Weyrling Chores: Infirmary (Open)

[kysseh]

"So, you want one of your own now?" Aliscia inquired tiredly, tucking one of her squirming bundles of clingy joy against her chest. Breastfeeding was a lot more difficult than appearances suggested, and like any new mother, she had spent the last two months fretting that her children were not getting adequate nutrition. It was an unfounded fear, of course, a fact emphasized by the look that Savitri had thrown her when she had lifted little Reiscia to get a good feel for her weight. The goldweyrling had been incredibly supportive and helpful when she could be, though Aliscia doubted the younger woman was sold on the idea of children of her own.

In fact, she was quite sure Savitri never, ever wanted to reproduce.

The soft snort was her answer, and Savitri shifted Reiscia in her arms, humming softly to put the squirmy girl at ease. Her shift in the infirmary was nearly over, and Aliscia, being the concerned first-time mother that she was, had come in at the last moment to plead for a few moments of her time. She swore the petite greenrider timed it every time, though Savitri minded little. She adored children, as a general rule, though the idea of one of her own had her a bit... frightened. It was so much more intimidating when the child was of her own making, even only in the theoretical. It was impossible to deny that she loved Aliscia's offspring, though. Squirmy, whiny, woman-hating little Reiscia adored her and was currently trying to burrow into her chest. It was adorable.

"No. Not now. Too much to do," was her only reply, and she was grateful when the greenrider did not press. Her primary fear was being a parent the way her own had been. They had been poor, poor examples of good fathering and mothering, and as much as she wanted to think she would be different, a person tended to parent the way they themselves had been raised. A sad thought, but it was a sobering one. No, she would get her thrills raising others' children, and it brought a smile to her face to see Reiscia settling in her arm. The smile remained even as she chuckled at the infant girl's nuzzling at her chest, apparently seeking a capacity that Savitri lacked. "Sorry. I'm not equipped to feed you. But you just ate," she said softly, leaning down to kiss the girl's forehead.

Luckily, she missed Aliscia's smirk as the greenrider lounged in a chair, relaxing as she fed the younger, but larger, of the twins. Silas was the less fussy of the two, though he undoubtedly favored his mother above all others. Right now, he seemed quite happy, and his mother was quite still in an effort to not disturb him. "She eats more than he does, I think. She bites, though, so don't let her convince you to try," the older woman murmured softly, resisting the urge to snicker at Savitri's glare. "Are you still on duty?"

Savitri nodded and gently rocked the little infant, trying to relax the pouting, squirming child in her arms. "Technically, yes. But... I doubt anyone will be in here in the middle of the morning. Most everyone is busy right now, unless they're injured." She sincerely hoped no one intruded on their quiet time with the little kids, but.... in this weyr, it was impossible to tell. People were constantly falling and breaking bones, scraping themselves... it just never stopped. She briefly wondered if she would ever have a day free of ridiculous calamities and then decided it didn't matter. She enjoyed her life too much, even if the gold dragon asleep on her distant weyrledge did unnecessarily complicate things. Sharding beast.

[Avu]

The Infirmary was not a place T'kal willingly went. With a few exceptions, this being one of them. Nevertheless, he had been almost reluctant to go down to the Infirmary. Not that he had a problem with the Healers, or indeed the patients, but he still didn't like it, though the reason was...unknown, even to himself or to Leweleth. The brownrider had yielded, however, at Leweleth's emphatic statement that, first, Tanith had informed him of her Rider's clutching, not one like as was apparently (and bewilderingly) normal, but two, and, second, His needed to go see the greenrider because he should tell her about Moth, who had been curled up, a puff of uneven white fur, in the young man's boot, and because it was nice and T'kal should be nice.

Leweleth's logic, odd though it was, had led to T'kal warning the brown not to let Moth run off the Weyrledge or anything equally fatal, and then trotted down to the Infirmary, still rather befuddled as to why exactly he was going anywhere. He wasn't exactly feeling healthy enough to turn cartwheels, and, actually, would much rather drowse against Leweleth's side in the sun or something, but...hey, babies. That was fine, too. Infirmary...that meant a boat. He regarded the system impassively for a moment, wishing he hadn't stationed Leweleth to watch Moth, and then sighed as the brown gently nudged him forward. She is asleep, still. Would you like me to come? he queried.

Wrinkling his nose as he pushed off, guiding the boat across the river, T'kal shook his head to himself, though Leweleth wouldn't see the gesture. No. I can get it. It's not far. Just call me if you need me. Thanking Leweleth absently, T'kal cautiously drew himself into dock, hopping out and looping the rope around the nearest available post to keep the boat from drifting off again as he trotted lightly into the Infirmary, blinking as the customary slight unease touched him, before his eyes found the greenrider and her babes in the company of the Weyr's youngest goldrider. Maybe I shouldn't... he commented, blinking again at Savitri. Hepaticath's is not likely to eat you, Mine, Leweleth pointed out wryly.

Biting back the childish response, How would you know? You've never met her, T'kal wrinkled his nose slightly, but approached Green and Gold riders, bowing slightly to Savitri and commenting, "Queenrider, I hope you don't mind...?" He tilted his head towards Aliscia, as if asking her permission to speak to the greenrider. But - well, she was a Healer, wasn't she? That meant Aliscia was under her care, her patient, and, as thus, Savitri was probably in charge of who saw the greenrider at any given time. Probably. And it would hurt if she wasn't.

Leweleth, meanwhile, had decided that if His was to talk to the greenrider, then he had the right to contact Tanith. He could bespeak her while he was watching Moth snuggle in His' boot and gnaw sleepily at the laces, surely? Tanith? he asked, gently seeking the green's mind from the other dragons of the Weyr. Are you willing to share my weyrledge for awhile? I'm under strict orders not to leave it. I have to watch Mine's kitten.


((Yay for horrible post! ))

[antinanco]

((One horrible post deserves another! ;p))


Pasine was doing well.

About a sevenday after her waking, which would be a total of ten days since the Hatching, Pasine was allowed to get up and walk around on her own for a little bit. Nothing too strenuous, just perhaps a trip to the restroom by herself or a quick peek outside for fresh air, but still, the feeling was liberating. And moreover, it meant that she was well on her way to a full recovery.

Her first trip had been used chasing her new kitten Beau across the floor, cursing under her breath at all the bending he had made her do. Oh, she was also cursing at the fact that if she let him bother the other patients, he was out. They were on thin ice with the Healers, and as much as Pasine disliked pets, the gift was from Danar so she felt compelled to at least try to keep him.

Her second trip had been much more mundane, just a simple stroll outside to let Beau get some energy out. She had never known how much energy kits had before. After that, subsequent trips all began to run together in her memory. Perhaps this was her fifth, or sixth? She didn’t know. What she did know was that this was her first trip alone for getting her bandages changed, so she was a little more than confused.

After a few minutes of searching, Pasine poked her head in a random room found a small group of people clustered around a nursing mother in bed. She bit her lip and tugged at her indiscreet patient’s robe in thought. Was this it? Everywhere else had been empty. With a little sigh she resigned herself to fate and paced into the room, kitten Beau in tow. (She couldn’t exactly trust him to stay on her cot by himself, could she now? Besides, it sort of felt like she was bringing a piece of Danar with her. And he was soft. Oh-so-soft…)

“Is this where I would go to get my bandages changed?” the Candidate quested as she pulled up next to T’kal. Her face was openly curious towards the babies, ironically matching the tiny feline barely being held in her palms. And she thought people at Southern had reproduced like rabbits.

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[kysseh]

Shadow, happily nested atop Savitri's head, alerted the goldweyrling that someone was approaching her, and Savitri turned, Reiscia still squirming in her ams, to greet the... brownrider? Her brows furrowed as she tried to summon up a name, nose wrinkling to match when he respectfully, but unnecessarily, called her by her title. At least he had manners, though she heard a soft chuckle from Aliscia's direction that she knew she would have to inquire about later. A quick glance in the greenrider's direction told her that the new mother was, despite her tiredness, smiling quite brightly at the young man.

Savitri decided she just... did not want to know.

"I don't mind, no. Maybe you can reassure her that her children aren't starved for nutrition," Savitri replied, the criticism directed at her friend softened by the knowing smirk twitching up the corners of her mouth. "And... it's Savitri. You don't need to do the whole title... rank... thing, really." Her tone should probably have been more firm, but babies tended to soften up her resolve. The arrival of another visitor had her frowning, one eyebrow raising at the girl's question. "... Pasine, correct? Then yes, I can change your bandages for you."

She registered the feline kitten in the girl's hands and was just about to turn away when something about the girl's face made her look back. Her green eyes narrowed, flicked over the girl's visage for any indication of why she looked vaguely familiar. Nothing immediately surfaced, but Savitri attributed that to the fact that she was currently busy. Figuring other things out could wait. Aliscia, however, had no such problems about wasting time with conversation and was currently eyeing Pasine. "What's the matter, kid? Never seen an infant before?" the greenrider said softly, the eyebrow on the scarred half of her face lifting in crooked gesture of query and amusement. Silly child. Silly... little child.

Ignoring Pasine, Aliscia gestured at T'kal with her chin, winking tiredly at Savitri. She trusted the brownrider with her offspring, though she was going to watch him like a broody queen if he touched one of her precious babes. It all made perfect sense in her own mind, though she did not voice that thought aloud. "He can hold Reiscia while you take care of whatever-her-name-is. I'm sure T'kal won't drop her," she said innocently, her voice both welcoming and... mildly threatening. Oh, but she would hurt him if harm came to her little girl. "Will you, young'un? I'd offer you a good roll in the furs if you behave, but I'm not in any shape for it at the moment. Some other time."

The fact that Aliscia was smiling meant she was serious, and Savitri merely sighed at her friend's complete lack of... tactfulness... in that area. "I'll be with you in a moment," she told Pasine before offering the squirming infant in her arms to T'kal. "Would you mind? Just... make sure you support her head. She likes men, so she shouldn't fuss at you." The two-month-old in her arms disagreed and kicked her little feet, snuffing softly. Savitri sighed. "Well, she shouldn't fuss too much."

Sprawled on her ledge and lazily soaking up the sun, Tanith was up on all fours the instant she heard a familiar tone, going from relaxed to alert in the blink of a human eye. She huffed softly and prepared to mentally blast the offender when the identity of the speaker filtered to her violence-centered brain. Wait... nice voice.... cuddly brown... ah ha! Tanith crooned happily--a frightening sound, to say the least--and fell off her weyrledge with open wings. It was a fairly quick flight to Lewelth's weyrledge, and the little green perched herself on an unoccupied corner of it and snapped her wings into her back. Hello. I would be happy to share your weyrledge since Mine is busy with her hatchlings. Does Yours like them? She helpfully left out that she had just asked a very loaded question. She couldn't let him get away with saying anything mean about Hers' hatchlings, after all.

[binker]

This was the place, wasn't it? The... Infirniry? In-something or other, Pepsi wasn't really in the mood to remember right now. He was feeling a bit dizzy, and his back was rather sticky, his shirt pulling across ragged wounds as he moved. It was really a good thing no one had spotted him dragging along towards the infirmary, for he would surely give them a heart attack; from head to toe, he was practically covered in blood. A very good portion of it was his own as well, the other portion that of two felines that he had encountered along the river… This drought was making them desperate, and Pepsi was feeling quite miserable at the fact that he had allowed himself to be snuck up upon.

Sure, he was supposed to be in a safe area, but that didn’t excuse his lax attitude. If he hadn’t been sulking near the river, he would have noticed the felines before they attacked… But at least now he was sure to have scars to remember this lesson well; four jagged claw marks ran across his back, rending flesh in a rather serious injury. A ring of teeth marks was also visible on his upper right arm and most of his shoulder, crossing across his chest and back as well. The bite was what Pepsi was more worried about; the canines had sunk in rather deep before he had managed to stab his knife through the feline’s eye and in to its brain. Still, at least he had stopped it from shaking him around like a ragdoll, so the bite wasn’t ragged, but neat punctures.

In a mix of adrenaline and shock, Pepsi stumbled towards the entrance of the infirmary, oblivious of the crimson footprints that he left behind as he slipped in to the space. He thought it smelled in here, and it was not a place he liked to visit, but… These were not wounds he could treat himself. He needed help. Still, he stood there awkwardly, wavering and swaying slightly as he looked around numbly. “H’lo? Need heallurrr…” Hmn that sounded rather odd. Pepsi croaked again, but soon gave up on words, instead allowing his uninjured side to lean against the wall, eyes cracking nearly closed. Ahh, that was a bit better… He still hurt though.

Oh, was that Pasine? He thought so, but his eyes could be playing tricks on him. She had a little white feline, too... How odd, he didn't know they were that small. The cubs he had always seen were big hissing things. How did such little felines survive? His head lolled, and he grinned to himself; little felines. Maybe they had a little jungle that they populated too, and they attacked and ate flitters!

[Rei]

Danar was in a merry mood ,whistling, as he made his way to the infirmary to visit his girl. Yes he had a right to say that now his girl Pasine. As he swung into the infirmary his eyes widened in shock at the state Pepsi was in. “Shards! Pepsi! What happened?” He strode over to help support the boy and noted the claw marks. Felines, they had attacked a weyrling a few days ago although thankfully there were no injuries, Raylin if he wasn’t mistaken. Something had to be done about them and soon.

“Healers! Anyone help! Feline attack victim. He’s losing a lot of blood.” Not sure where to take the lad he merely helped to support him. “Pepsi where did this happen?” Danar looked at the other boy a worried frown etching his face. Where were the healers when you needed them?

[Avu]

A smile. A very bright smile. Always a good sign, though the goldrider did not look quite so pleased with his precense. T'kal blinked, feeling a bit like an errant Weyrbrat under her gaze (Leweleth found this highly amusing and made it a point to inform him of such), until she apparently allowed him to pass. At her comment - really, more of a rebuke - about her rank as opposed to name, T'kal couldn't help wrinkling his own nose, torn between amusement and surprise. Wasn't he supposed to refer to her as her rank unless she said otherwise? Well, now she had, but previously, it was, was it not, considered manners to use her rank? "I'll keep that in mind," the brownrider answered, grinning slightly as he started to move towards Aliscia.

Something stopped him. That 'something' took the form of Pasine and a kitten. The kitten that one of the Candidate-lads had taken a few days previously, from F'rah. The same litter that had produced his little Moth, who was, as Leweleth hastened to assure him, still fast asleep, gnawing lightly on the laces of his boots. So - how had this girl, with all appearances of having been injured, gotten it? Hm. He nodded in a cautious greeting towards her as she drew level with him and stopped, cupping the kitten in her hands, eyeing the Greenrider's babes with a very blatant curiosity. It couldn't possibly go unnoticed, and, sure enough, it didn't. He smiled softly at Aliscia's question, the phrasing of which, to his mind, was almost belligerent, and would have registered as such to him had it not been for the amusement that was visible.

The brownrider started into motion, taking an automatic step forward, at Aliscia's suggestion. Him, hold her baby? (Or, to be more accurate, one of her babies?) Human hatchlings are very odd, Leweleth commented curiously. They're kind of helpless, aren't they? They are now, but they'll be pulling your tail soon, T'kal answered affectionately, and the dragon lapsed into a thoughtful silence as T'kal chuckled softly at her - ah, bribe. "It's not a problem," he answered. "I won't drop - Reiscia, yes?" A pretty name, and it made it quite obvious who the parents were - at least, considering he already knew, he thought it would be easy.

He obediently accepted the girl from Savitri, nodding slightly to show his understanding of her directions as he cautiously shifted her, attempting, though whether or not he succeeded was rather up to the baby, to let her body lie along one arm, which was curled under her, so that her back and head lay against his upper arm in an upright position, his other arm curling around to make sure she didn't fall, as he stepped away from Savitri slowly, blinking at Reiscia and murmuring in a low croon to the babe, "Well, hello. Reiscia, is it? Very pretty name you've got. Fits you, doesn't it, little one? A - " His words were cut off as a very, very bloody young man stumbled into the Infirmary, leaning against a wall, and croaking something that T'kal didn't quite catch, followed almost instantly by another boy who proceeded to start yelling.

The main message, though, got across.

Of course it did. You couldn't possibly have a blood-soaked boy standing in front of you and not see that something was wrong. The brownrider, who had leaned carefully against a wall in order to support Reiscia better, straightened slowly, golden eyes widening as he blinked stupidly at Pepsi and the boy who was supporting him, completely out of his element as he started to speak, and then fell silent, simply glancing at Savitri for - something. Instructions, reassurances, something - anything. He stated simply, murmuring, half to himself and half to Aliscia, whom he felt the most comfortable with at present moment, "How the hell do you get that bloody and not pass out? That can't be all his blood - ?" That had to hurt. Hurt like dragonflames...

As the small green landed on his weyrledge, Leweleth crooned in greeting, shifting slightly to offer her more room on the ledge. It was, of course, notably larger than the ledges of the smaller weyrs that greens and blues normally resided in, so he didn't move far before he cocked his head at Tanith, lifting his wing so she could lay beside him if she so desired. Her question made the brown pause, touching T'kal's mind gently with a query. Tanith wants to know, do you like the hatchlings? Oh, yes, of course, they're adorable. Er, why? Leweleth merely gave a mental huff in reply, returning his attention to Tanith as he uttered another reassuring croon. He says yes, he does like them; he says they're adorable.

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“Thank you,” Pasine replied gratefully and sagged a little in relief as one of the Healers, the goldweyrling Savitri she recognized after she glimpsed at her knots, volunteered to take care of her bandages. Although she was instantly uptight again as the mother in the cot made a snide remark about her innocent curiosity. Not getting the humor in the statement at all, Pasine responded callously, “I… have not seen two at once.”

At being called whatever-her-name-is, Pasine grew sour. Okay, she got it. Candidates were lowly trash, nobody cared about their names, so on and so on. But there wasn’t any need to be so painfully blunt about it. It was like rubbing salt in her very real wounds. And that was something she didn’t need, especially not from a woman who was currently being milked like a fat herdbeast. A very cranky fat herdbeast. The Candidate began petting Beau obsessively, turning her gaze to Savitri and awaited her turn. Two could play at the cold shoulder game, thank you very much.

Some exchange of babies took place, a few rather rude exchanges by her standards were thrown around, and then a slurred gurgle from behind the group caught Pasine’s attention. At first she thought that someone had been hitting the bottle much too early in the day, but as when she turned around there was a crimson figure leaning against the door frame and eyeing Beau with what she would not consider the most sane of glances.

“Leave him alone! He was not the one that hurt you,” Pasine quipped instinctively, shielding the kitten with one of her hands. Her face furrowed in defiance and she sent his stare right back at him. She hadn’t gone through all the trouble of convincing the Healers to let him stay just to let a crazy Wilding gobble him up, or whatever Wildings did when half-crazy from feline-attacks. Actually, that was irony, wasn’t it? The person who brought the felines to Selenitas being mauled by felines. If that wasn’t karma in action, she didn’t know what was. A sly little smirk couldn’t help but flash across her face momentarily.

Then T’kal made a rather ironic comment about passing out from blood loss. His observation made her expression wipe blank and suddenly she saw the situation from a different light. Was that what she had looked like after her mauling? “Well,” she murmured under her breath, “You can go into shock…” That was what she had done, or so she was told. It wasn’t a pleasant experience by any means, despite how loopy everything had gotten towards the end.

Slowly Pasine started her way over to the Wilding, cautiously and curiously inching closer. As much as she pitied him from her own experiences, he was still wild and she was still guarded. “It’s okay, Pepsi, you are going to be okay now, you just need to relax and let the Healers fix you,” she soothed in an awkward tone, not sure how much of it he understood. As a side note, she wished she had left her kitten somewhere else, but she certainly wasn’t leaving it with a cranky herdbeast, a strange man or a needed Healer.

Suddenly Danar showed up! She silently thanked Faranth. He was the answer to her prayers in more way than one, even though his shouting was probably doing more harm than good. “Hold Beau, Danar-sweetie,” she insisted, basically shoving the mewing kitten into his arms, “He is getting too excited for me to handle.” It was true, the frantically mewing kit was not happy with the amount of restriction that was being put forth, squirming this way and that, trying to get free Plus, all the noise and fuss was upsetting him further. But it wasn’t too much for Pasine to handle; she just wanted him to be a placeholder for Danar, to give him something to do so he wasn’t in the way of the Healers like he had almost been once before. Still, she was happy that he had shown up. They could be useless by-standers together, like the couple they were.

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[kysseh]

Savitri almost pitied Pasine. Obviously, the girl had no sense of humor and no discernable allowance for any creature beside herself. It would have irked the goldweyrling the way the girl reacted to Aliscia's statements, but Savitri decided that perhaps she herself was too used to the greenrider's snarky ways. No matter. The girl would cease the attitude when Savitri tended to her, or she would learn a new lesson in manners, injuries or not. It was suddenly gratifying to see that T'kal, despite Aliscia's obvious attention issues with keeping her mind focused, still wanted to hold the squirmy little offspring. It left her free to take care of Pasine and get her and her cute little furball on the way before any fights broke out. Tired or not, Aliscia could probably still have folded the girl in half without much effort if she felt like it. Savitri was loathe to push the greenrider's temper too far.

Reiscia whimpered and squirmed initially upon being transferred to some unfamiliar person's arms, and the whimpers were on the verge of becoming full-blown wails when the brownrider began to speak. Almost immediately, the sounds trailed off into soft snuffles, and the infant stopped her kicking, her attention focused on the man holding her. Savitri was amused, and Aliscia's low chuckle echoed that, both women watching the infant's gaze focus on the man's face. How ado-

The arrival of the bloodied wildling was met with about a half-second of hesitation on Savitri's part, mostly because the young woman's eyes had widened in shock and then narrowed as her brain raced to come up with a solution. She pointed one finger at T'kal and then gestured him closer to Aliscia, though that was obviously unnecessary. They could take care of the twins and stay out of her way. Her gaze had just flicked back to the other two when another showed up. A weyrling...? No, candidate, she wagered: Pasine's ever-so-loyal friend. The injured girl's expression and the foisting of the kitten registered, and she arched an eyebrow. Danar-sweetie?! Honestly, had the girl no brains? Or the boy, for that matter.

She would deal with them later.

"Pasine, bandages and towels off the low shelf down the hallway, please," she said, her tone brisk but not unfriendly as she strode over to bloodied wildling in need of assistance. "Pepsi... is it? I'm Savitri. Come with me, and I'll help you. Lean on me; it's all right." She extended both hands to him, palm upward, unafraid to stand right next to him. He needed a good bath, though that could wait until the stitches were taken care of. Her gaze flicked over him, taking stock of the bloody wounds. Good thing she had not dressed nicely today. "... Danar? Danan? Help me get him to the cot across the hall, please." There was a great deal of blood, enough that she could almost taste it in the back of her throat when she inhaled, but nothing seemed to be spurting blood in great quantities. That was a positive.

"He's probably going into shock, by the looks of him. I doubt it's all his, though, or he'd be dead already," Aliscia said grimly to T'kal, her face taut. She had seen plenty of bloodied and mangled bodies in her time, so the sight did not disturb her. The loud and strange voices were agitating both of her children, though, and she pressed further back into her chair, lightly shushing the boy who fussed at the activity going on around him. Reiscia was, oddly enough, much calmer than her brother, which bothered the greenrider. Silas was nearly always the calm one. "Felines, hmm? Doesn't surprise me." Actually, he looked like he had stepped on Aslath's tail, but that was better left unsaid...

'Adorable' was on the list of acceptable adjectives, so Tanith returned Lewelth's croon with one of her own, slinking closer to the brown and ducking beneath his wing to settle down. Her favorite brown was still acceptable, as His had passed Tanith's rigorous testing. That meant she could cuddle freely without feeling the need to chew on his nose. Always a good day when things worked out, she decided. I am glad. Mine adores them. I do too, but I think they needed to be brooded longer. They are too floppy. Tanith replied, and were it not for the seriousness in her tone, it could have been mistaken for a joke. Tanith, though, did not make jokes about Hers' hatchlings. Does Yours have hatchlings to fuss over?

[binker]

Ugh, people. He glared indignantly at Danar as he was touched and disrupted from his dreams of firelizards attacking the mini-felines in waves. Fuzzy little puffballs going up in flames, and this brute ruined it! He huffed at the loud noise, stumbling a bit away from him. He was already weakened and in pain, didn't want them to hurt him...

He blinked as Pasine started murmuring something, but couldn't quite hear her over the sudden ringing in his ears. Ooh, that was annoying, it was starting to make his head hurt... He made a face, but it didn't help, so he instead focused on the new face suddenly talking at him, and the hads thrust at him. Lean on her? He thought not. He gave her a dirty look at the mere suggestion that he was so weak he could not walk; he had made it from the river, hadn't he? He could walk to a cot.

He set off with grim determination, across the hall and to an unoccupied cot. Once there he was happy to flop down on his stomach, head tilted so he could still breathe. The fall had jarred his wounds though, and he growled softly. Oww oww... "I get numb stuff? It hurt." He blinked groggily, before suddenly laughing, his first true laugh in the Weyr. "I want felines. Left them near river. Make good furs. Two of them..."