Post by dragonmenta on Nov 15, 2005 9:36:27 GMT -5
Zylaera scuffed her boots angrily on the ground. "Mom! Can't I please have a day off!? Its really nice out today. I'll do double tomorrow...promise!" Zylaera gave her healer mother pleading eyes.
Zyana looked sternly at her wilful daughter..."You said that last time and never showed. No buts-" She said quickly as her apprentice opened her mouth to argue. Zylaera reorted to simply scowling angrily instead. "Now then, Zylie Zylie, you are in charge of the non-serious patients and walk-ins forthe next to hours. I'll be in the back if you need me. After that we'll work on herb memorization and theory."
Zylaera scowled, "Mom! Don't use my nickname...its so...so immature. Fine i'll do it...but if i do a good job then please, can we not do theory today?" Zyana gave her daughter a "we'll see" look and walked to the back, leaving her daughter standing with blazing eyes.
Zylaera plopped down in a chair nearby. There wasn't really anything to do with the non critical paitents and there were hardly ever any interesting walk ins. No doubt, she thought, she was about to endure 2 very boring hours.
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Two riders stumbled into the infirmary rather suddenly, one with his shirt in a ball held to his face rather than on his back. The other had an arm that hung at a rather twisted angle that didn’t move, pain clearly visible on his face…
M’kal glared back at S’vel for a moment before walking up to the Zylaera. “Where is the healer, girl?” he demanded rather gruffly thru the shirt held against his face. S’vel didn’t enter far into the room, rather he chose to lean against the door frame and glance outside every now and then before looking back at the brown rider.
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Zylaera stood up when she saw the two riders entered the room. She wasn't the least bit intimidated. She stood up to her full hightin from of them, her eyes shining with self confidance. "I'm a healer. Now what is the problem. A fight perhaps?" She looked the two riders in the eyes. Just daring either of them to think she wasn't cpable of taking care of this. She probably should have called her mother then. She wasn't exactly knowledgable in setting tricky fractures like the one in front of her, but she wanted to do this herself.
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“That’s none of your business.” M’kal snapped. After looking Zylaera up and down he motioned toward his Wingmate. “Something’s wrong with his shoulder.” he said simply.
“Yeah you take a sharding anvil to your shoulder and see if it doesn’t get screwed up.” S’vel snapped back. Content that no one had followed them, he moved over to Zylaera. “Hello Sweet-Heart.” he said with a smile, liking what he saw.
“Well if you had kept your eyes open – “
“Oh! Because I’m the one with the broken nose – “
“Flame it, S’vel! You were the one who – “
“Watch your mouth!”
M’kel glanced back at Zylaera before moving to the door, mumbling to himself. If she wasn’t here he’d have shown S’vel a thing or two.
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Noticing S'vels eyes Zylaera pouted a little. She stuck her chest out and rotated her hips flirtatiously, but her eyes blazed with an obvious message. "In your dreams!"
Zylaera resigned to the fatc that she prolly would need her mother on this...but not yet. "Ok then. You with the broken nose, in the chair over their. You with the arm at the one next to me." She pointed to chairs on oposite sides of the room. She couldn't stand bickering, not whe nshe was actually going to do her best to heal them. "I'll deal with the nose first. You eith the arm. Just keep it still until i'm done with your friend here." She added imperiously, tossing her hair over her shoulders.
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"Hmph." M'kel obediently sat down in the designated chair and removed the cloth covering his nose. Purple and black flesh was painted red with blood and the nose sat at a crooked angle. The bleeding had slowed, but the picture was grusome. It looked as if he had been hit in the face with a sack of firestone. his forhead and chit had a faint line of dust in curves facing eachother.... almost as if he had been kicked in the face, but tryed to smear away the mudd.
S'vel, however, didn't sit but moved back to the door to glance out again. Worry was playing tricks with his mind and mixed with the pain painting his face. Once reaching the door frame, his eyes opened wide and he walked quickly back.
"Hurry up or give us a room." he said shortly, looking M'kel sternly in the eyes. M'kel frowned, but didn't move hopeing the administrations would be finished quickly.
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Mariska raised an eyebrow at the pair. They wanted it done quickly then...ok. She rubbed a small dap of numbweed on M'kels nose. Normally she would have slathered a lot more on and used some precise instruments to align the nose, but her way worked well enough for a strong, tough rider. She placed a thumb and forfinger on either side of his nose and crack! It snapped back int othe center. No doubt it would hurt a bit, she smiled. 'Now let that be a lesson to you...no fighting."
She took a damp cloth and began to dab the bloodied area fairly gently. "There you are. The blood's all gone. There will be some brusing, and your nose'll hurt for a while, so I wouldn't suggest anymore roughing around, but you'll live. She rubbed more numbweed on his nose and the surrouding areas. He looked as if he had just dipped his nose in his food. She then created a small brace that fit on his nose, to keep it properly aligned until it had healed.
She then inspected the inside of his nose, her nose wrinkled as it did when she was doing something slightly unpleasant. "You quite lucky actually. You just missed blocking off one of the nasal passageways. Otherwise you would only breath out of one nostral." She had seen this once. The weasing sounded like a sharding herdbeats with a cold.
"I assume you have your own numbweed. Apply it as you feel you need it for the first few days. In about five days come one back and you nose'll be all checked out." She made it obvious that he was free to leave.
"No you," She rounded on the sulking fellow by the door. "What in fall's name have you done to your arm?"
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M’kel sucked in a good amount of air when the healer snapped the nose back into place. ‘Sharding Healer…’ he thought rather than saying it out loud. Only half listening to the instructions, he walked to the door S’vel had just vacated and looked out. A frown appeared on his face and he squinted his eyes, but no word came from his lips and he did not yet make to leave…
S’vel sat rather cautiously in the chair he had been told to, being very careful with his arm. “Do be careful sweet thang, or I might have to bite…” he said even while the pain was evident on his face.
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Zylaera raised her eyebrow at M'kel. Well if he didn't want to leav eshe couldn't stop him. Perhaps he had some unfinished buisness with her next patient. She would bet a thousand marks this wouldn't be the last she wouls see of these two.
Proffesional wasn't the best word one could use to decribe Zylaera. "Oh really, well i don't much liek bighters. I might have to find something to put-in-your-mouth." She articualated the last words carefully, and laid a long and elegant finger over the offenders mouth in warning. She the nlet her hand down and began a brisk examination. hmm...no doubt about it, it was dislocated. It looked as if it had been knocked pretty squarely up out of the socket. The healer appretnice would definately be doing some snooping on this later.
She rubbed some numbweed rather generously aroud the shoulder joint area and waited a few seconds for it to take effect. "ok then. Whatever you were doing, you disloacted your shoulder pretty nasty. It isn't hard to fix. But...lets just say it'll hurt more then what i did to your friend over there." She fussed around the counter for a cloth and rolled it tightly. "Ok now bit on this. on the count of three i'm going to put my wait into popping your shoulder back into position." She held the cloth out expectantly.
Zyana looked sternly at her wilful daughter..."You said that last time and never showed. No buts-" She said quickly as her apprentice opened her mouth to argue. Zylaera reorted to simply scowling angrily instead. "Now then, Zylie Zylie, you are in charge of the non-serious patients and walk-ins forthe next to hours. I'll be in the back if you need me. After that we'll work on herb memorization and theory."
Zylaera scowled, "Mom! Don't use my nickname...its so...so immature. Fine i'll do it...but if i do a good job then please, can we not do theory today?" Zyana gave her daughter a "we'll see" look and walked to the back, leaving her daughter standing with blazing eyes.
Zylaera plopped down in a chair nearby. There wasn't really anything to do with the non critical paitents and there were hardly ever any interesting walk ins. No doubt, she thought, she was about to endure 2 very boring hours.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two riders stumbled into the infirmary rather suddenly, one with his shirt in a ball held to his face rather than on his back. The other had an arm that hung at a rather twisted angle that didn’t move, pain clearly visible on his face…
M’kal glared back at S’vel for a moment before walking up to the Zylaera. “Where is the healer, girl?” he demanded rather gruffly thru the shirt held against his face. S’vel didn’t enter far into the room, rather he chose to lean against the door frame and glance outside every now and then before looking back at the brown rider.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Zylaera stood up when she saw the two riders entered the room. She wasn't the least bit intimidated. She stood up to her full hightin from of them, her eyes shining with self confidance. "I'm a healer. Now what is the problem. A fight perhaps?" She looked the two riders in the eyes. Just daring either of them to think she wasn't cpable of taking care of this. She probably should have called her mother then. She wasn't exactly knowledgable in setting tricky fractures like the one in front of her, but she wanted to do this herself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“That’s none of your business.” M’kal snapped. After looking Zylaera up and down he motioned toward his Wingmate. “Something’s wrong with his shoulder.” he said simply.
“Yeah you take a sharding anvil to your shoulder and see if it doesn’t get screwed up.” S’vel snapped back. Content that no one had followed them, he moved over to Zylaera. “Hello Sweet-Heart.” he said with a smile, liking what he saw.
“Well if you had kept your eyes open – “
“Oh! Because I’m the one with the broken nose – “
“Flame it, S’vel! You were the one who – “
“Watch your mouth!”
M’kel glanced back at Zylaera before moving to the door, mumbling to himself. If she wasn’t here he’d have shown S’vel a thing or two.
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Noticing S'vels eyes Zylaera pouted a little. She stuck her chest out and rotated her hips flirtatiously, but her eyes blazed with an obvious message. "In your dreams!"
Zylaera resigned to the fatc that she prolly would need her mother on this...but not yet. "Ok then. You with the broken nose, in the chair over their. You with the arm at the one next to me." She pointed to chairs on oposite sides of the room. She couldn't stand bickering, not whe nshe was actually going to do her best to heal them. "I'll deal with the nose first. You eith the arm. Just keep it still until i'm done with your friend here." She added imperiously, tossing her hair over her shoulders.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hmph." M'kel obediently sat down in the designated chair and removed the cloth covering his nose. Purple and black flesh was painted red with blood and the nose sat at a crooked angle. The bleeding had slowed, but the picture was grusome. It looked as if he had been hit in the face with a sack of firestone. his forhead and chit had a faint line of dust in curves facing eachother.... almost as if he had been kicked in the face, but tryed to smear away the mudd.
S'vel, however, didn't sit but moved back to the door to glance out again. Worry was playing tricks with his mind and mixed with the pain painting his face. Once reaching the door frame, his eyes opened wide and he walked quickly back.
"Hurry up or give us a room." he said shortly, looking M'kel sternly in the eyes. M'kel frowned, but didn't move hopeing the administrations would be finished quickly.
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Mariska raised an eyebrow at the pair. They wanted it done quickly then...ok. She rubbed a small dap of numbweed on M'kels nose. Normally she would have slathered a lot more on and used some precise instruments to align the nose, but her way worked well enough for a strong, tough rider. She placed a thumb and forfinger on either side of his nose and crack! It snapped back int othe center. No doubt it would hurt a bit, she smiled. 'Now let that be a lesson to you...no fighting."
She took a damp cloth and began to dab the bloodied area fairly gently. "There you are. The blood's all gone. There will be some brusing, and your nose'll hurt for a while, so I wouldn't suggest anymore roughing around, but you'll live. She rubbed more numbweed on his nose and the surrouding areas. He looked as if he had just dipped his nose in his food. She then created a small brace that fit on his nose, to keep it properly aligned until it had healed.
She then inspected the inside of his nose, her nose wrinkled as it did when she was doing something slightly unpleasant. "You quite lucky actually. You just missed blocking off one of the nasal passageways. Otherwise you would only breath out of one nostral." She had seen this once. The weasing sounded like a sharding herdbeats with a cold.
"I assume you have your own numbweed. Apply it as you feel you need it for the first few days. In about five days come one back and you nose'll be all checked out." She made it obvious that he was free to leave.
"No you," She rounded on the sulking fellow by the door. "What in fall's name have you done to your arm?"
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M’kel sucked in a good amount of air when the healer snapped the nose back into place. ‘Sharding Healer…’ he thought rather than saying it out loud. Only half listening to the instructions, he walked to the door S’vel had just vacated and looked out. A frown appeared on his face and he squinted his eyes, but no word came from his lips and he did not yet make to leave…
S’vel sat rather cautiously in the chair he had been told to, being very careful with his arm. “Do be careful sweet thang, or I might have to bite…” he said even while the pain was evident on his face.
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Zylaera raised her eyebrow at M'kel. Well if he didn't want to leav eshe couldn't stop him. Perhaps he had some unfinished buisness with her next patient. She would bet a thousand marks this wouldn't be the last she wouls see of these two.
Proffesional wasn't the best word one could use to decribe Zylaera. "Oh really, well i don't much liek bighters. I might have to find something to put-in-your-mouth." She articualated the last words carefully, and laid a long and elegant finger over the offenders mouth in warning. She the nlet her hand down and began a brisk examination. hmm...no doubt about it, it was dislocated. It looked as if it had been knocked pretty squarely up out of the socket. The healer appretnice would definately be doing some snooping on this later.
She rubbed some numbweed rather generously aroud the shoulder joint area and waited a few seconds for it to take effect. "ok then. Whatever you were doing, you disloacted your shoulder pretty nasty. It isn't hard to fix. But...lets just say it'll hurt more then what i did to your friend over there." She fussed around the counter for a cloth and rolled it tightly. "Ok now bit on this. on the count of three i'm going to put my wait into popping your shoulder back into position." She held the cloth out expectantly.