My Way

Writers: Yvonne, Eimi, Bree
Date Posted: 15th December 2005

Characters: U'kaiah, Harki, Tiraval (NPC)
Description: U'kaiah forces Harki to see a healer, and things do not go well
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 8, day 21 of Turn 3
Notes: Follows 'SWE: Consequence'

Harki sat sullenly and tried not to wince as the healer dabbed
something on the cut on her forehead. This was stupid. It was _all_ stupid. She felt trapped and betrayed and wanted nothing more than to give the entire party the finger and rush out of the room, and would have too except that U'kaiah was blocking the door. And as much as she hated to admit it, she wouldn't be able to move him unless he wanted to be moved, or if she hit him below the belt.

Tiraval pulled back after a moment, frowning at the expression on her patient's face. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave U'kaiah an amused look. "Looks like your friend likes healers even less than you do, bronzerider. Maybe you should tell her how much success you had arguing with me and save us all a lot of time."

And now they were _laughing_ at her. "I'm _fine_! I only came here because I was forced into it." Harki slid off the table. "And it seems that you're finally done, so I'm leaving."

"You will not leave until I dismiss you, greenrider," U'kaiah said sternly. "And I won't dismiss you until the healer dismisses you."

"Don't pull that garbage again, U'kaiah," Harki growled. She put a hand to her forehead and it came away bloody again. "I already came here, alright?"

All her pouting and sneering got her was an unimpressed lifted
eyebrow from the bronzerider.

Tiraval swatted lightly at her hand. "Don't go smearing your fingers through the wound I just cleaned," she admonished, returning her attentions to the cuts. "And you're not going anywhere until I put a few stitches into this wound."

"_Stitches_?!" Harki's voice squeaked, much to her embarrassment. "I don't need stitches!"

"How bad is it, Tiraval?" the bronzerider asked, stepping a little closer to inspect it for himself. It looked a _bit_ better now that it was cleaned, but it still looked pretty nasty, and his frown reflected that.

"She'll be fine with a few stitches if she takes it easy for a few days," Tiraval replied, dabbing at the wound again. "Probably won't even scar."

"I don't need stitches!" Harki backed out of the way of the healer's ministrations until she bumped into the edge of the bed. "I'm _fine_. I don't need to 'take it easy' and I don't need to be sewn up."

Tiraval put her hands on her hips and stared at the greenrider. "You _do_ need to be sewn up unless you'd like to spend the rest of your life with a scar on your forehead that by all rights doesn't need to be there. And if you're not going to let me put stitches in, you're going to _really_ need to take it easy."

"Harki," U'kaiah said gently, "please. We can't afford to lose a
rider over something as trivial as this. The healer knows what is best for you. Nothing bad will happen if you get a few stitches.
I've had plenty in my lifetime and look how healthy and pretty _I_ still am."

"Pretty? That's debatable. And it's just a small cut. It's not going to kill me."

The bronzerider frowned. "It could if it became infected. Now come on Harki, enough of this. What are you so afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid of anything!" The greenrider crossed her arms. "I
just don't want stitches." **And I'm tired of people telling me what to do!**

"Good," U'kaiah nodded. "Then sit down, shut up, and let the healer do her job."

"Do you listen to a _word_ I say? Or are you too high on giving
orders?" Harki scowled at him. "I'm _not_ getting stitches."

Tiraval glanced at U'kaiah. "She doesn't _have_ to have stitches. But she's going to end up with a scar and it's totally unnecessary."

"All right then, have it her way," he shrugged. "If she wants to act like a wherry's ass, she might as well look the part."

That was it. Harki's tenuous grasp on her emotions snapped. "I have _had_ it with you!" She jabbed am accusatory finger at U'kaiah's chest. "All day you've been walking around with a tunnelsnake up your ass and rubbing your sharding rank in my face! I'm _not_ in your Wing, I'm _not_ your lover, and I'm scorching well _not_ your sharding property!" The last word cracked slightly and she realized that she was crying. It felt as if she was back under the water, only this time it was her emotions she was drowning in. Delayed shock, fright, anger, and hurt made her head spin and the ground felt as though it was tipping. Lashing out at U'kaiah was an easy release. "If you want something sewn up, stitch your own thread-blighted lips shut so the rest of us don't need to hear your vitriolic rambling!" She dodged around the healer and slipped out the door, making sure to slam it behind herself.

Tiraval gave U'kaiah a mild look. "Your friend is as bad a patient as you are. But I don't think you helped the situation, U'kaiah."

The bronzerider gave her a small, polite smile that certainly didn't look genuine. "Thank you for your help Tiraval, but you didn't just watch your friend tumble off a cliff. The sharding woman could have killed herself, and her dragon too."

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