Logs:Common Ground
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| RL Date: 1 September, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Crom Hold |
| Type: Log |
| What: In the aftermath, Farideh checks in on K'del. |
| Where: Greenfields Hold |
| When: Day 15, Month 9, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, Sisha/Mentions |
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| K'del passed out pretty quickly-- call it post-flight narcolepsy, if you like, not to mention shock and pain-- and that made it easy to get him moved up to a guest bedroom in the hold. That was topped up with fellis as the day wore on, as the healer at hand did his best with the Weyrleader's wound. There's only so much fellis a person can have in a given period, however, and now, those eyelids are beginning to flicker open. He's on his stomach, shirtless, the bed coverings turned around so that his head is where his feet might normally be, giving a better view of the rest of the room: a handful of chairs, a door out into the corridor. Farideh isn't a healer and she knows nothing of near-fatal wounds, so she hadn't gone with K'del when the healers had carried him off to be tended to; moreover, with the new Weyrwoman indisposed and the Weyrleader out of commission, all of the promises they had made landed on her shoulders. She had been doing a lot of polite gestures, non-answers, and careful listening in the aftermath, but she had checked in, periodically, when she caught a moment. Now, during one of her breaks, she slips in the door from the mostly empty corridor, closing it quietly behind her; her sigh upon looking at the bronzer and his wound again is anything but unobtrusive. It's enough, certainly, that those eyes flicker a little more and finally open. Although glazed-- with fellis, and with pain-- K'del's not completely out, and manages still to focus upon the goldrider at least enough for recognition. "C'dejo--" he begins, mumbling through his dragon's name. Niahvth has Cadejoth; she's keeping him safely on the ground. For now, anyway. And: "Things okay?" "You're awake," is a blatant statement, surprised as she sounds to find him awake and talking in his current state. Farideh hesitates before walking slowly across the room and squatting down next to the bed so they're closer to eye-level; she studies him, sadly, from that short distance. "Everything's fine," she tells him, "You're going to be fine. Is the pain terrible? Do you need anything?" It takes some effort, but K'del manages to turn his head to see Farideh better, those glassy eyes blinking several times as he attempts, determined, to focus. Moistening his lips with his tongue, he hesitates. Then, "What happened?" And, "Don' make 'em keep you-- llowed to go." His tongue is plainly having difficulty getting around the syllables, but still. "Hurts." "K'del, you--" There's no easy way to put what happened, but Farideh still tries, making her voice as soft as she can and still be heard; gentle. "Someone stabbed you, K'del, in the back. We don't know who-- I was right there, but I didn't see--" She frowns, sadder, now. "I'm sorry. I should have been looking and now-- they're probably gone." For a long moment, she looks remorseful, to him, and then she tries a more tremulous, "But you're still Weyleader." Still Weyrleader. It probably explains a lot-- Niahvth, Cadejoth-- but K'del's plainly too out of it to properly grasp the whole situation... and that whole explanation doesn't seem to have helped much. He blinks. "S'okay," is what he tells Farideh. "You're okay?" "Don't worry about me," Farideh says, sighing heavier than the last time. "I'll be fine. You should focus on resting, for now. I think the healers-- they stay close by, just--" She gestures and then realizes he can't see, or that it doesn't matter, and her hand falls. "They'll be around if you need them," she says, at last. K'del can't nod, in his present position (and probably doesn't have the muscle control for it, either; hurray, drugs!) but he blinks, and perhaps that means much the same thing. "Should go home," he tells her. "Flight's done. Promise--" but whatever he intends to say is a little too much, and he gives in, eyes half-flickering. "Hurts," is what he says, instead. "No," is definite. "Irianke is still at the Weyr and you're-- in no condition to be dealing with them. Sisha is here and she'll help me if I need it." Farideh leans into the side of the bed, still watching K'del. "Rest. You deserve it. This once," she says, starting to push up from her position on the floor. "I'll come by later." Her hand lifts and reaches halfway, like she might touch him or ruffle his hair, but then she pulls it back, making a face as she turns away from the bed. "Everything's going to be fine, K'del," is her last assurance as she moves to the door. K'del misses, of course, that face, but he can see that aborted gesture. Aborted or not, it seems to soothe him, those eyes flickering properly closed. "Thank you," is muffled, half lost, but audible enough in the end. All is not well with the world... but in this state, Farideh's reassurances are enough for now. |
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