Trying to Get Better

Writers: Len, Paula
Date Posted: 31st May 2012

Characters: Taren, G'wen
Description: G'wen gets a bollocking from the new Masterhealer on his first day back from EFH
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 11 of Turn 6
Notes: Mentioned: F'neb, Miranek

Taren was reading through the young greenrider's medical file, giving
G'wen a glance over the hides now and then. "So, you got Scored on the
back but instead of seeking healers, you just got yourself a new
jacket and went back up? That caused an infection which spread into
your blood, on healer jargon, you had a sepsis. Tell me, are you self
destructive?" he asked with tart voice.

"I...uh..." The small lad blinked and sat there, mouth agape. What
could he say to that?! "Sir?"

"An idiot then," Taren remarked with his most dryest tone. He noticed
a small side note of the greenrider having a high pain tolerance.
Well, that made him a tricky patient. On one hand, he was not
constantly whining for more painkiller but on the other hand, he would be
ignoring the warning signals his body was sending. He moved to
Miranek's note. After reading it, he added it to the pile. "And now
you have a relapse. You know, you're barely out of weyrlinghood and
you already have thicker record than some riders I know who's been
riders for decades."

"Do I?" G'wen asked faintly. He flushed and scratched his head,
wondering what to say to that. "I uh...I'm feeling fine now, sir..."
He gave the man a smile which probably looked more like a grimace.

"You still have temperature," Taren pointed out. "Maybe I should be
talking to your dragon. She seems to be the brains in this pairing."

"She is," G'wen muttered, thinking she was probably one of the smarter
greens in the Weyr, from the way she always had males snapping to do
what she said. He reached out to her but she was asleep, curled up
with Eillispeth and the new flit of E'naer's. He hoped that one of
them was keeping an eye on that one, as the day was bitter and windy.
It wouldn't be good if she blew away.

:}She won't:{

**Ah, you_are_awake.**

:}Of course. Listen to what the man tells you.:{ Some of her worry
coloured her mindvoice.

Taren waited until he had stopped communicating with his dragon. "Are
you going to follow my instructions or should I tie you down to the bed
with restrains?"

"Promise?" The word was out before G'wen could censor it. He
blushed, hoping Taren saw it for what it was, a harmless tease.

Taren tossed his head backwards and laughed. "Too bad you're not a red head."

"Oh?" His eyebrows went up at that.

"I prefer red haired people," Taren said.

"Ah..." His mind pondered who he knew with red hair. "You met
bluerider F'neb yet?" It'd serve F'neb right if this one were to
chase him a bit, after the last and final encounter G'wen had had with
his first lover.

"I haven't the honour yet. Now, back to business," Taren scowled at
him for distracting him. "Are you going to follow instructions and
start taking better care of yourself or are you going to leave your
dragon riderless?" There was honest concern behind his grumpy tone.

That thought brought tears to the young rider's eyes. He wasn't
trying to get Neath killed! But how exactly could be explain that he
honestly hadn't thought the original wound serious? No one seemed to
believe him. And the relapse....well he had only felt a bit run down,
that was all.

Well, he was finally getting his message through, Taren noted seeing
his teary expression. He kept his face serious.

With a shy glance G'wen nodded that he would listen to what the healer
told him. He pulled a face, wondering why exactly trouble always
seemed to nip at his heels. It had been that way all his life. Of
all Halgalla's charges he was the one who would manage to fall out of
the cot or get lost in the back passages as a brat, or the one
spilling soup all over himself when he drudged away in the kitchens.

**You've picked yourself a real idiot**

}:No, I didn't. I was the first green out, I could have had anyone
and I chose you.:{

Taren wrote down some instruction for G'wen to follow. "Here's what
you're supposed to do to get back into shape. Report to journeyman
Rewerdin for physiotheraphy. And if you're feeling faint or
exceptionally tired, stop by. I let the staff know that you don't need
an appointment scheduled before hand."

G'wen nodded and took the note. With a determined look, he promised
Neath he would get better.

}:You'd better, I'm going to have another Flight soon:{

**What!?**

Trying to outwardly seem calm, he nodded again and stood. "Anything else,sir?"

"Nope, take care of yourself or I'll give you a swift kick to your
arse," Taren said, dismissing the young greenrider. Too bad he wasn't
redhead.

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