Post by Avu on Dec 22, 2008 12:04:46 GMT -5
Shells, he was bleeding a lot, wasn't he? Meira's eyes widened in shock; she bit her lip and reminded herself a minute later not to break skin as she watched the drama unfold, completely frozen in shock. What with patients strangling and biting each other - well, what was she supposed to do? Saeo apparently had no problem ordering Cloar to the other side of the Infirmary, and Meira swallowed, hard, as she nodded at Cloar and Raylin to go, already scuffling through the cabinets. "Redwort and numbweed; wash off the wound. It numbs the pain and takes away infection. Oh - stop the bleeding, first. Just put pressure on it till it stops, and then I'll see if you'll need stitches..." Though neck stitches were ridiculously hard, but hey, better than bleeding to death. "Um...then pack it with mosstea; that stops infection, too..." Picking out the materials and a roll of gauze (uncomfortable, this would be, for the Candidate), and plopped them into Raylin's arms before whirling back to Pepsi.
"Where are those sharding healers?!" She was very irritated now and more likely than not, the first healer to approach her would recieve a tongue-lashing to remember, even if it was Kalierre or R'wign, though technically they ranked her. Whatever. Zesa, on the cabinet, hissed softly, rustling her wings in an echo of her Bonded's distress as she watched Hers push back the wildling's hair from his fevered face, pressing the back of her hand against his cheek and then his forehead. Burning up...definitely infected - something more, too? No. Just deal with this. The burn. The wounds. She paused, but - well, first things first. The fever. If only he was awake so he could actually eat or drink the - well, he wasn't. Dismissing Saeo's apology with an absent wave of her hand, Meira gestured for the other girl to help her. "Blankets. I need blankets, to get him warm, the more the better, and can you boil some water in case he wakes up? And - Zesa! Come here!"
The queen fluted questioningly and dropped from the shelf. "Stay here," and she pointed at a spot next to Pepsi. "Keep your tail against his cheek and let me know if he gets better or worse, or if he wakes - got it?" Zesa thrummed softly as she curled up next to the unconscious boy, laying her cool tailtip onto Pepsi's cheek as Meira, wringing her wrists distractedly. All she could do was wait for him to wake up, and pray to Faranth that he'd take swallow the medicines. The queen shifted on the bed slightly, her eyes slow, calm, soothing, as her Bonded pushed the blankets over the boy, touching his cheek once more before she clicked her tongue disapprovingly. Scorch it, why hadn't he come when he'd first gotten the wounds? The possibility of a patient dying on her didn't appeal to Meira, but - well, it was a sad possibility, with such a high fever.
The actual wounds, though, she could tend to while he was unconscious. Rinse with numbweed and redwort; pack with mosstea. What about the burn? She didn't know if the blade had been hot enough to destroy the bacteria - shells, what had he been thinking? - so numbweed and redwort, too, then dragon's tongue...Meira was biting her lip unconsciously as she found the rinse, drawing up a chair to the bedside and pulling the injured arm out of the blankets to position it over a basin in her lap as she fumbled with the vial of redwort and numbweed rinse and, uncorking it, poured the contents over the wounds and burn. The solution fizzed slightly and Meira let it sit, rubbing her eyes wearily - how sleep suddenly appealed to her - before dabbing it off carefully, and, disregarding the burn for the moment, packed the scratches with mosstea, testing the tightness of the bandage before she glanced at the burn.
He had done this. To himself. Her stomach turned at the thought of the intensity of such pain, but the Healer bit her tongue, shaking her head almost imperceptibly as she found the dragon's tongue and, fumbling with a knife, sliced the plant. Did her hand tremble slightly? Possibly, but then Pepsi's fever was definitely the most intense she'd ever had to deal with - and feline wounds on top of it! Even at Benden Weyr, most people had the sense to go to Healers when they got clawed. The dragon's tongue's juice was applied carefully to the burn and she paused, raising her eyes to glance at Saeo. "There's...not much I can do about the fever until he wakes up," she admitted. "He'll have to stay in the Infirmary so we can watch the fever..." She sighed as she shrugged, showing her helplessness, and pressed the back of her hand against Pepsi's cheek again. The burn...would be wrapped to keep any infection away, and - mosstea? Not necessary, really, since it wasn't an open wound...she squeezed the dragon's tongue plant against the wrap and adjusted it to put the juice directly against the burn as she wrapped his arm and then drew the blankets around him more.
"That's it...Zesa'll watch him."
"Where are those sharding healers?!" She was very irritated now and more likely than not, the first healer to approach her would recieve a tongue-lashing to remember, even if it was Kalierre or R'wign, though technically they ranked her. Whatever. Zesa, on the cabinet, hissed softly, rustling her wings in an echo of her Bonded's distress as she watched Hers push back the wildling's hair from his fevered face, pressing the back of her hand against his cheek and then his forehead. Burning up...definitely infected - something more, too? No. Just deal with this. The burn. The wounds. She paused, but - well, first things first. The fever. If only he was awake so he could actually eat or drink the - well, he wasn't. Dismissing Saeo's apology with an absent wave of her hand, Meira gestured for the other girl to help her. "Blankets. I need blankets, to get him warm, the more the better, and can you boil some water in case he wakes up? And - Zesa! Come here!"
The queen fluted questioningly and dropped from the shelf. "Stay here," and she pointed at a spot next to Pepsi. "Keep your tail against his cheek and let me know if he gets better or worse, or if he wakes - got it?" Zesa thrummed softly as she curled up next to the unconscious boy, laying her cool tailtip onto Pepsi's cheek as Meira, wringing her wrists distractedly. All she could do was wait for him to wake up, and pray to Faranth that he'd take swallow the medicines. The queen shifted on the bed slightly, her eyes slow, calm, soothing, as her Bonded pushed the blankets over the boy, touching his cheek once more before she clicked her tongue disapprovingly. Scorch it, why hadn't he come when he'd first gotten the wounds? The possibility of a patient dying on her didn't appeal to Meira, but - well, it was a sad possibility, with such a high fever.
The actual wounds, though, she could tend to while he was unconscious. Rinse with numbweed and redwort; pack with mosstea. What about the burn? She didn't know if the blade had been hot enough to destroy the bacteria - shells, what had he been thinking? - so numbweed and redwort, too, then dragon's tongue...Meira was biting her lip unconsciously as she found the rinse, drawing up a chair to the bedside and pulling the injured arm out of the blankets to position it over a basin in her lap as she fumbled with the vial of redwort and numbweed rinse and, uncorking it, poured the contents over the wounds and burn. The solution fizzed slightly and Meira let it sit, rubbing her eyes wearily - how sleep suddenly appealed to her - before dabbing it off carefully, and, disregarding the burn for the moment, packed the scratches with mosstea, testing the tightness of the bandage before she glanced at the burn.
He had done this. To himself. Her stomach turned at the thought of the intensity of such pain, but the Healer bit her tongue, shaking her head almost imperceptibly as she found the dragon's tongue and, fumbling with a knife, sliced the plant. Did her hand tremble slightly? Possibly, but then Pepsi's fever was definitely the most intense she'd ever had to deal with - and feline wounds on top of it! Even at Benden Weyr, most people had the sense to go to Healers when they got clawed. The dragon's tongue's juice was applied carefully to the burn and she paused, raising her eyes to glance at Saeo. "There's...not much I can do about the fever until he wakes up," she admitted. "He'll have to stay in the Infirmary so we can watch the fever..." She sighed as she shrugged, showing her helplessness, and pressed the back of her hand against Pepsi's cheek again. The burn...would be wrapped to keep any infection away, and - mosstea? Not necessary, really, since it wasn't an open wound...she squeezed the dragon's tongue plant against the wrap and adjusted it to put the juice directly against the burn as she wrapped his arm and then drew the blankets around him more.
"That's it...Zesa'll watch him."