A Good Thing or Bad

Writers: Len, Paula
Date Posted: 24th November 2011

Characters: G'wen, Telemon
Description: Telemon talks to G'wen to give him his verdict on his Score
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 5, day 7 of Turn 6
Notes: Mentioned: Teseada, Delria, J'darin, E'naer

The walk down to the infirmary took more out of G'wen than he cared to
admit. As he was to see the Masterhealer about his fitness for
joining a wing along with his classmates, the boy stood outside the
room for a long moment, getting his breath back. If he went into the
man's office out of breath and sweating in weakness he knew for sure
that Telemon would just take one look at him and say no way on joining
a wing. His mind sought out Neath but she was asleep, sunning herself
on her ledge. At least she was much better these days. With prodding
from Hasaarth and comfort from Eillispeth she was back to her former
self.

Ena had already alerted Telemon of G'wen's presence behind his door.
He went to open the door. "Why don't you come in instead of just
standing there?" he asked. He gave the boy a scrutinizing look. The
younger they were the harder it was for him to see them hurt. G'wen
had certainly been in bad shape and had been too close to death for
Telemon's peace of mind.

G'wen about jumped out of his skin when Telemon did that. Glaring at
the culprit--Ena--he walked with as much dignity as he could muster
and sat down, still a bit out of breath. He made a mental note to
remember who had flits and who didn't, and next time he was trying to
fool someone, to make sure Neath 'talked' to the flit first. They
were more trouble than they were worth!

The little culprit just flew to him to beg attention.
"Sit down, please," Telemon said, ** before you collapse.**

G'wen couldn't stay mad at anything for long and when Ena sat down
before him he reached out to cuddle with her. He leaned in close to
her, hoping Telemon wouldn't see that he was flushed from his walk
down.

Unfortunately, not slipped past the master healer. G'wen looked like
Ena could knock him down with brush of her tiny wing. "How is your
physiotherapy going?" Telemon asked. He had the report on his desk, he
wanted to hear what G'wen thought about it.

The lad straightened up. After briefly looking at the Healer, his eyes
strayed to the objects on the desk, including the papers that had to
be the report about him. Thinking about how poorly it was all going,
he sighed and told the truth. "Not well. My whole body still aches."

"Well, it takes a long time to recover from the blood infection you
had," Telemon said, his voice sympathetic.

G'wen just nodded at that. He had known it wasn't going to be good
news. Leaning back into Ena, he asked her, "do you want to fly
'Fall in my place then?" Looking back up at Telemon, he fingered his
shirt, wondering if he wanted to bother seeing the 'score or not. It
was mostly healed now, more a long red mark than the weeping open
wound of a few sevendays ago.

"She might be bit too tiny for that," Telemon smiled. "Well, back to
business. Considering how close to death you were, you won't be fit to
fighting wing for a long time yet. However, you're recovered enough to
be released from infirmary. I recommend you'll assigned light duties
in either weyrling wing or in Queen's wing. Meanwhile, you will
continue with your physiotherapy and you'll have regular check-ups
scheduled." The final decision of the boy's actual assignment would be
for Weyrlingmaster and Weyrleader.

G'wen pondered over that. If he went into the Weyrlingmaster's staff
that meant he'd get to help his friends Delria and Catrien with their
training, and it also meant he'd be close to E'naer all day, a thought
that made his heart beat just that much faster and brought a secret
little smile to his mouth. On the other hand, if he went into the
queen's wing he'd get to hang out with best friend Teseada all day and
Hygalia was a lovely woman and seemed nice. And Neath could get her
gold fix every day. But then again, with the weyrlings he could get
his E'naer fix...

He raised his eyebrows at Telemon and chuckled. "Did you need to see
the 'score at all, sir?"

"Not necessary. I doubt it's changed much since yesterday," the healer said.

"So when do you think I'll be able to ride Neath again?" All this
walking up and down the endless stairs were getting tiresome.

"Your back muscles require a few more sevendays to recover before that,"
Telemon said.

G'wen couldn't hide the disappointment at that. It was so isolating,
being up in his weyr all day. And being down in the bowl all the time
wasn't the answer either. He just got so tired so easily that to be
in the crowd all day would break him.

"Leaving the infirmary before you were cleared didn't actually speed
up your recovery," Telemon gave him a stern look. The boy was in no
different position than other Scored riders. Recovery took it's time.

"No but it's helped me get away from Neath's constant nagging whilst I
was in the infirmary." The big green hadn't liked her rider being out
of her site, not one bit. Particularly the way that he had left her,
half dead on a stretcher. He would happily take isolation rather than
her misery.

Telemon just wanted to sigh: dragonriders, and roll his eyes. But he
didn't, having better control than that.
"Well, you're now cleared to leave the infirmary. Just remember to
take it easy and not over do it, all right? I would hate to see you
back here because of relapse."

"No chance of that, I can barely stay awake for more than an hour at a
time." And G'wen did roll his eyes.

"Your body knows what it needs and that's rest. Listen to it," Telemon advised.

The boy nodded at that. His da and about everyone else had said the
same thing. "Anything else, sir?"

"Not right now. Here's your schedule for check ups and therapy," he
handed a hide across the desk.
"If you have problems, don't hesitate to call us."

"We'll shout for you," G'wen told Ena and gave her one last cuddle
before standing up and taking the hide. "Thank you sir," he added to
Telemon before striding out of the office. Once out of site he
crumbled a bit in exhaustion. Teseada's weyr wasn't far away, maybe
he'd go curl up on her sofa for a bit and have a cup of klah before
attempting to get back to his weyr clear towards the top of the cliff.
Telemon didn't need know.

"Stubborn, that one," Telemon remarked after G'wen was gone,
scratching his firelizard, "and I don't know if it is a good thing or
bad thing."

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