Accused (3)

Writers: Heather, Avery
Date Posted: 19th November 2020
Series: Accused

Characters: Yasmeane, Ki'ben, Jadirah
Description: Jadirah gives Yasmeane a physical on the Weyrwoman's orders.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 20 of Turn 10

Yasmeane

Ki'ben

It had been a long shift for Jadirah, because she'd had to work on a second wound debridement for a dragonrider who'd been badly scored in Fall. she suspected the greenrider was going to lose the leg, given the amount of tissue damage. She was almost done scrubbing up when an apprentice ran up to her. "Urgently needed, ma'am, there's someone here with orders from the Weyrwoman herself that you've got to look at a patient!" the young man reported.

Her interest was piqued by that. What was going on that Saibra would ask for her specifically? She finished cleaning her hands and arms with redwort, re-tied her hair up out the way, and then walked out to the main room, expecting to see Saibra. But instead she saw a semi-familiar face of young Kaibren and a woman in torn-up clothes.

"What's going on here?" she asked.

"Ma'am," he nodded to the Master Healer. "The Weyrwoman asks that you give Yasmeane a physical. Yasmeane is not to tell you any details, the Weyrwoman wants an unbiased diagnosis from you."

Yasmeane said nothing, her head was downcast, tears brimming in her eyes.

"All right, thank you Kaibren, I'll get right on that." Jadirah nodded at him. Her mind was racing now. Why give this girl a physical? What was happening? This was mysterious.

"Follow me, Yasmeane," she said, leading the girl to the back and to a private room. She pulled a curtain across and said, "go ahead and strip down."

Yasmeane numbly followed the healer's instructions, pulling off her tattered clothing and pulling on one of the sanitary gowns provided. "I' ready," she murmured, raising herself up to sit on the bed.

Jadirah started off by probing above her waist, looking at what she could see. She'd been told not to ask Yasmeane what happened, but it was soon obvious it had something to do with the bedchambers. Her skin was marked with bruises in the shape of fingerprints. "Can I see your hands, please?"

Yasmeane regarded Jadirah with distrust, but knew that she couldn't disobey. Slowly she extended her hands to the healer.

"Thank you," she said. Jadirah turned them over. She looked at the nails and fingertips, noting if they were ragged and that something seemed under them. She wanted to ask if she was in a fight, but worried if she asked anything, the whole story would spill out, and she was supposed to be unbiased.

"Now I'll need you to lie back so I can check your lower half, please."

The young greenrider licked her lips, tucking a strand of her hair, which had escaped its braid, behind her ear as she laid back on the table and lifted her feet into the stirrups as directed.

Jadirah flinched as she looked at the greenrider's thighs, seeing finger-marks there. Between the ones on her arms, and the ones on her thighs, she was convinced now that it _had_ to be bedchambers related, and that it was rough handling. She'd seen the results of very rough flights before, remembered having treated more than one youngster who'd been bloody and wounded, and wondered if perhaps this was a case of that.

"I do need to check your intimate areas. It will be over in a minute. And if there's pain, I _can_ give you something for that." Her Healers' sensibilities and oaths demanded that much.

"There is some pain already," Yasmeane said around a voice thick with emotion, even though the healer had not even began to examine her down there yet.

"All right, we'll get you treatments for that," she assured. Her lips pressed together as she looked at the fingerprints. They were dark and in the right places to indicate the girl's bedpartner had gripped her thighs hard for more than just a moment. Could it have been to pull them apart or to keep them held apart? Combined with the bruises on her arms, it looked like a struggle was had, with Yasmeane resisting the touch of her bedpartner. But then again, flights left marks like this too. Especially when one or both partners was inexperienced.

She was quick and gentle as she could be about the intimate examination, noting that there was signs of tearing and bleeding and feeling the girl's flinches. "I can give you medication for the pain now, if you want," she said when she was done. "Have you been on teas, or not during weyrlinghood?"

"Yes, I started taking the teas a fortnight ago in preparation....." Yasmeane's voice cut off. She had been taking them in preparation for D'kere sleeping with her, taking her virginity before her flight. A hysterical laugh wanted to bubble its way out of her throat. **Now look where I am.** The tears in her eyes became hot with anger. **This is all his fault.**

"That should be enough time for them to have kicked in. Did your instructors show you how to /between/ a little longer, if needed? Or I can add an herbal packet to supplement," she offered. Whatever had happened with Yasmeane, she didn't need an unwanted pregnancy to go with it.

The thought of sitting astride on her dragon was abhorrent, at the moment, so Yasmeane said, "I'll take the herbs."

"I'll get you those, and pain salves." Jadirah reached out and rested a hand, very gently, on Yasmeane's shoulder. "I know I'm not allowed to know anything yet, but...Healers take care of all kinds of hurts. Not just the physical. You can come back here to see me or another Healer and be treated and talk."

Tears leaked out of her clenched eyes as Yasmeane nodded.

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