Personal Grudges

Writers: Bree, Eimi
Date Posted: 8th February 2006

Characters: M'galec, Abrei
Description: M'galec tries to get the Weyrhealer's support and leaves disappointed in more ways than one
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 10, day 12 of Turn 3

Abrei

M'galec waited until the Weyrhealer had finished with her patient before approaching her. "Master Abrei, may I have a moment?"

"Of course." Abrei finished washing her hands and found a towel before nodding towards her office. "I have a few moments..."

"Thank you. Hopefully this will not take up too much of your time." He held the door open for her and followed her into the room, closing the door carefully behind him. "It is in regards to Lenala. I know that she is a...
tender subject between us, but I need your help."

"With a medical issue, I assume?" Abrei pulled the pins out of her hair and tries to shove the bits that had escaped back into place with her fingers.
"If this is about that flight still, you should probably be talking to U'val."

M'galec shook his head. He knew he needed the _Weyrhealer's_ support.
"Weyrleader K'sedel has decided that part of Lenala and Ar'lis' punishment for the flight is to stand in front of the Weyrlings and lecture them on flights."

Abrei paused, her hair forgotten as she turned to face M'galec. "Explain what you mean when you say that they're to lecture them on flights..." "He wants them to tell the weyrlings about what happened to them." The bronzerider's fists tightened at just the _thought_ of Lenala being made to stand up with that man in front of a group of adolescents and relive each painful moment.

"Oh." Abrei frowned, turning back to her mirror and trying to keep her face smooth. She _had_ to treat Lenala like any other patient, and no amount of dislike or disrespect should change that. She tried to twist her hair back up into a knot, keeping her eyes focused on her reflection and not M'galec.
"And you think this would affect her health in a negative fashion."

"Her mental health, yes," M'galec nodded, frustrated that it was not _obvious_.

"U'val has been dealing with her mental health," Abrei replied reasonably, shoving the first hairpin back into her hair hard enough to scrape at her scalp. It _was_ a perfectly reasonable response, even if it didn't feel quite right.

The bronzerider tried not to lose his calm. Had _everyone_ in the Weyr suddenly become inept at dealing with trauma cases? "Well, I am not asking you for advice on how to _treat_ her Master Abrei. I need your support in telling the Weyrleader that she cannot talk about the incident publicly until she's good and ready."

She bristled at the implication in his words, turning on him with her hair forgotten again. "I was not giving you _advice_, journeyman. I was pointing out that U'val would be the most qualified healer to speak to the Weyrleader on the subject of Lenala considering that she is _his_ patient." "And if it comes to it, Weyrhealer, may I know where _you_ stand on the issue?" he asked, a hint of frustration creeping into his usually steady voice.

She yanked the pin back out of her hair, letting it fall again. "I stand by whatever is best for the patient, obviously. I haven't seen Lenala since the day of her flight, so I have no idea what the situation is. Don't ask me to give opinions without information, M'galec." "What?" He could not believe what he was hearing! Especially from the Weyrhealer. "What information do you need? You have seen her medical records. You checked her right after the incident. You know she _is_
seeing a mindhealer for this. What more information do you _need_?!"

Her hand tightened around the hairpin so tightly that she felt the ends cut into her palm. The pain helped clear her head though, and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to be honest with herself. If it was anyone else, what would she be doing? She knew the answer, and it was shameful. She needed him out of her office so she could have space to think. "M'galec, you caught me after a long night and an early morning surgery. I haven't slept, I haven't eaten and you want me to pick a fight with the Weyrleader. Just give me a little bit of time to think, please?" "I am not asking you to pick a fight with the Weyrleader. I have done that much myself. I am asking you to support me in picking a fight with the Weyrleader."

"Oh, is _that_ all?" She pried her fingers open before she managed to drive the sharding hairpin through her hand. "Go speak to U'val, M'galec. I stand behind his opinion on this matter." And she could only hope she wouldn't have to face U'val over her uncharitable thoughts towards the goldrider.

M'galec crossed his arms across his chest and studied her a moment. "I'm disappointed in you. I thought you would be able to put your professional expertise before your personal grudges, but perhaps, Master Abrei, you _are_
a little young to be Weyrhealer." It was a perfectly aimed blow, and Abrei couldn't hide the fact that it had hit its mark. Hurt flooded her eyes, but her voice was furious. "Get out of my infirmary, journeyman. Now."

The bronzerider was all too happy to go before he really told the Weyrhealer what he was thinking at that moment. He walked with stiff, angry strides out of her office and took great pleasure in slamming the door behind him.

Last updated on the February 8th 2006

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