First Impressions

Writers: Clancey, Suzee
Date Posted: 16th September 2014

Characters: Tavia, D'aon
Description: Tavia has difficulty with a patient.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 8, day 22 of Turn 7

Tavia

It was almost the end of her shift and Glory was scolding her from the
rafters. "Just a few more minutes, have some patience," she scolded
right back.

Bloody sharding Thread! It hadn't gotten him, but he had been struck
in the right shoulder hard by a flying firestone sack and a nice,
large bruise had developed plus a great deal of soreness.

Reluctant to show any weakness of any kind, he had decided to go to
the Infirmary to have it checked.

He couldn't move his right arm except his wrist and hand, and that not much.

His red hair had been pulled back and he was wearing flying leathers
still, but looking quite aggravated by even _having_ to go. But, he
needed to set an example as Wingthird.

He poked his head into the Infirmary. "Hello, anyone about?"

"Right here," Tavia called as she came through the curtains. Though
she'd been at Dragonsfall for some months she still didn't recognize
everyone by name. For certain she'd seen the rider before in the
dining hall, after all who could miss the shock of unruly red hair.
"Something I can help you with?"

And it was unruly, at the moment. His entire look was a bit on the
unruly side, include perhaps some leftover ash or soot.

"Ahh. Thank you. I have hurt my shoulder. Is there a Healer
here?" He clearly didn't think _she_ should be the one to see him.
But a weyrbred Healer. Besides that, it was surely obvious from the
way he was holding his arm and shoulder that he had hurt it. Pain
made him crabbier than normal and even a bit surly.

Her eyes narrowed as it was rare that she ran into that kind of
attitude in the Weyr. Her difficult day hadn't put her in the mood to
deal with a holder raised rider with attitude.

"In here," she said and led him back though the curtains. "Sit," she
said pointing at the chair.

His mood no further improved, he did sit. "I'm quite sure its fine.
Just give me some fellis for the pain and I'll work through it. "
It was probably wrenched a bit, but it was definitely bruised.

He studied her with interest. He did not know her. Rather, he had
heard of her moving for _U'kaiah_. A noise between a snort and a
sigh escaped as he adjusted his arm, reacting to the pain and his
opinion of U'kaiah who had not just one but _two_ women and one of
them moving here just to be with him, and left them all anyway. He
didn't think much of that behavior. It lacked the honor dragonriders
should show.

She looked away with a quick grimace when he snorted then turned back
with a set jaw. "Let me take a look and then we'll see shall we," she
said and tried to bare the shoulder without removing the shirt but the
neck opening was too small. "Can you take off that shirt so I can see
better?"

An unidentified noise that could have been agreement or disparagement
accompanied this suggestion but he did as requested . "Yes, the
sooner the better."

He leaned back slightly and began to struggle out of his shirt, very
slowly. He pulled one arm free, then began to inch his sore
shoulder and arm out of the tight shirt. It was a challenge, though,
and somewhat painful. He finally accomplished the task, baring broad
shoulders and finely made muscles stretched taut with pain.

Bare chested now, he tossed the shirt on the back of the chair and
arched an eyebrow at her. His shoulder was bruised quite purple and
black, with a hint of yellow in the middle where it had been
stretched.

"Ouch." He said stoically, then paused, waiting.

She watched him struggle a bit with the shirt and her natural empathy
overcame her initial distaste for the bluerider. She started to try
and reach out and help him but he pulled the tunic off at that moment
and she stepped back. He was nicely put together but she'd seen plenty
of well made men in her turns of healing and right now, healing was
her priority.

"That doesn't look so good," she said mildly. "Miss a catch?"

She leaned in closer to examine the bruising more closely. "This won't
feel good but I need to check for broken bones." Reaching out at that
moment her fingers probed the bruise to feel the shape of the bone
beneath.

He swore under his breath but managed to put a bold face on it and not
flinch away from her probing fingers. The bone would not be broken
but it would be ... solid. He was finely made for a blue-rider and
could even give R'axe a run for his marks with those challenging blue
eyes.

"Hmmph. I did not miss a catch. The _throw_ was missed. Had it
been thrown correctly, I'd have caught it correctly instead of on my
very painful shoulder." He turned his head sideways, watching her
fingers poke and prod. Perhaps she was a good healer after all.
He snorted to himself, then finally said, "Well, am I going to live?"

She chuckled at his instant bristle to her comment. **Touchy**
"Nevertheless," she said. "It's bad to catch it with your shoulder.
You ride blue, you could have dodged it." She finished her probing and
wiped her hands on a towel. "Yes," she grinned. "You'll live. But
you'll be sore for awhile. It looks like you bruised the bone. That
will be sore for longer than usual because bone bruises take
additional time to heal. Soaking would be a good idea."

He barely bit back the barbed retort. She rode green, she must know
that 'dodging' at that speed during Thread would probably have caused
more problems than one bluerider's sore shoulder had he done it. He
would have to have moved out of formation to 'dodge'. Instead, he
contented himself with a faint sigh of annoyance and said, admittedly
a bit tartly ,"Thank you, Madame Obvious. I will certainly soak and
I realize it will be sore. However, I am pleased it is no more than
a bruise."

He pulled his shirt into his lap but did not put it on. He would go
back through the corridors and seek out his warm bath in his new
Wingthird weyr that came with a bathing pool.

He did pull his good manners around him to finally smile at her.
"Thank you. I appreciate your help." That simple statement he did
mean, despite his otherwise aggravating behavior. He was in pain and
that made him quite the grump.

She planted a fist on her hip and narrowed her eyes. "Right," she said
evenly and turned her back on him steaming. She hadn't had a reaction
to anyone like this in a long time. He infuriated her and the result
was inevitable. Glory swooped toward the bluerider's face with a
stream of scolding invective. "Glory! No," she yelled whipping around.

The gold flit popped /between/ and Tavia shook her head. She started
to apologize but then the little gold was back and grumbling on her
shoulder. "You'd better go," she said and tossed him a small
container. "Numbweed for after you soak."

She turned and walked out of the infirmary and down the corridor
toward her own weyr.

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