Logs:Rope Burns
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| RL Date: 10 November, 2009 |
| Who: C'mryn, Gabrion, Madilla |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: C'mryn reports in for his post-return healer check, but since he seems healthy enough, Madilla abandons protocol due to great interest (her own and Gabrion's) in Cam's rescue training. Later, she and Gabrion talk about healing. |
| Where: Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 3, Turn 21 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Delifa/Mentions |
| Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr Two sets of double doors, one from the the inner caverns and a recently built set from the dragon infirmary, lead into the unnaturally hushed human infirmary. Despite fastidious cleaning, the scent of redwort and numbweed has long since soaked into every smooth-carved surface, along with other, subtler medicinal smells. Pristinely made cots are lined up against the walls; most of them are left open to view, but some in the back are surrounded by curtains for delicate procedures or critical patients. About halfway between the two entrances is the counter for the healers on duty; it guards the entrance to the storage rooms just beyond, their shelves and cabinets lined with meticulously labeled bottles, boxes, jars, and even vats of supplies. The Weyrhealer's office is also here, along with another side room for mixing up medicines and the like. Afternoon in the infirmary, /especially/ at this time of turn, always means all hands on deck; despite the bustle, though, there aren't too many people waiting their turn by the entrance. Madilla's latest patient - a pre-teen whose red eyes give away now-dried tears - takes herself to the exit, leaving the Senior Apprentice to angle her path directly towards the counter, and the next chart waiting for her attention. Despite what is obviously a busy day, /she/ seems not especially stressed out, pausing only a moment for a few quiet words to the aide currently manning the desk before her gaze shifts towards the awaiting patients. Cam is just waiting, patiently, smelling fresher than he might have an hour ago; his still-damp hair testifies to his recent bath. He people-watches, as if soaking it all in, seeming not to mind hustle, bustle, or long waits. Glancing at the chart in her hand, Madilla's expression turns towards a thoughtful frown that is maintained as her gaze lifts again, seeking faces amidst the waiting area. Then, slightly uncertainly: "C'mryn?" She's glancing straigh at Cam, though as she says it, brows raising slightly. C'mryn returns Madilla's look with a bright smile. "That'd be me," he says, lifting his hand. He pushes from his spot at the wall and ambles over. "C'mryn. Cam. Just came back from Southern," and is apparently very happy, despite the infirmary around him. "You're not gonna stab me with anything, are you?" he asks. "I think I met you at least once before you left," says Madilla, confirming what Cam has to say with a bob of her head and a warmer, genuine smile. "Welcome back. I think," this is said more seriously, though there's still warmth in her gaze, "we /may/ be able to skip the stabbing, if you're very, very good. Come through?" She indicates one of the cubicles towards the back, and without waiting, turns on her heel to head towards it. "You *do* seem familiar," says Cam, still grinning. "And thanks. It's great to be back," he says genuinely. There's a wry sort of look when he answers, "I'm always good!" and follows dutifully. He eyes those around him more warily, mostly those with knots and patches that indicate Healer rather than patient status. And into the cubicle, with a little exhale. Nervous? Perhaps. It's as she pulls the curtain closed to give them some privacy that Madilla actually thinks to add, "Madilla. Senior Apprentice, by the way. Sit?" There's a desk and two chairs, as well as a cot; she takes the one directly in front of the desk, setting Cam's file down atop the desktop. "This is... routine, mostly. Just making sure you're in good health. Are you? As far as you know, anyway?" "Ah," for the name. There's a little recognition at the name, but Cam says no more. He eyes the cot, and picks a chair, opposite Madilla and her desk, and sits. Fingers twitch, though he attempts to sit back and relax. "Ah, yeah, yes. As far as I know, I'm fine and dandy. Better than I was when I left, probably." There's a bit of rambling, but he ends with a grin. "Any illnesses while you were away?" asks Madilla, apparently unconcerned by the rambling except that it makes her smile - which she seems to do a lot of. "Or injuries? Or anything that we might need on your file?" "Oh boy," says Cam, exhaling a long breath as he tilts his head back, thinking. "Ah, there was a cold in Benden, got a little fever in Southern, but it passed. Nothing life threatening, um," and there's a screwing up of his eyes as he thinks. And then he laughs a little. "You know I was doing survival training?" he offers, with an uplifted brow. "Where should I start? Twisted ankle, sprained wrist, rope burns - do those count?" he asks, only half teasing. "But nothing major. No broken bones." Beat. "/Rope burns/," says Madilla, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. He may have said survival training, but still... She swallows, then manages to add, more amused than anything, "Nothing major. That's what we like to hear, anyway." There's a pause, and then she has to add, "This is utterly unprofessional of me, but... what's the survival training for?" Her gaze is apologetic. "It sounds dangerous." "Yup," and Cam will even show off his palms, still sporting marks from the incident. Is that pride in his eyes? "But right, nothing major. Just little cuts and scratches." He gives her a wide grin. "For survival, of course!" But he follows up more seriously with, "Snowdrift is getting towards Search and Rescue, survival, that sort of thing, for the Interval. I was part of a group of volunteers that went out to do some training at different locations. You know, so that I can handle different terrains and situations. S'not really dangerous, if you do it right. It's only dangerous if you don't listen to instructions." It's purely professional interest that has Madilla leaning forward to get a better look at the rope burn marks. "Snowdrift," she says, then, with a bob of her head. "Of course. I suppose... Interval. It seems to change things for everyone, doesn't it?" Her hands get folded in her lap as she adds, after a moment more, "Do I take it that your minor injuries are normal, and not a sign of you not listening? Or?" And then, following on from that thought, "I suppose you might have to work with healers sometimes, too. Or do you just learn first aid yourselves?" Cam grins a rogish sorta grin. "Of course I listened," he defends. "There are times I might not be paying my fullest attention to instructions, but the important stuff, I remember. What to eat, and how to survive. The fun stuff." Of course. "Got to do all sorts of neat things, like rock climb. Have you ever been to Southern?" As for first aid? He sits back in his chair. "Learned a little when I was a Weyrling, learned a bit more with the training. Tourniquet and emergency aid, but nothing like what a Healer knows." That grin only brightens Madilla's expression, and, physical more or less abandoned (he's healthy, it's all good!) she leans back to listen with aivd interest. "Rock climb?" She repeats, with a wrinkle of her brow. "I didn't know people did things like that. No, I've never been." Tapping her pen against the desk, she adds, "Good. That you know the emergency things, anyway. I don't know, but... were your Wingleader to want more extensive training? The healers might be willing. I could see some benefit in healers being taken along to rescue missions, for that matter." Dispatched to stores to fetch some supplies, Gabrion's been gone for an hour and a bit - he took a meal break along the way. Now, he tromps back in, carrying a cloth-and-twine-bound bundle in each hand. "Madiiiiilllaaa!" he sings out when he gets inside the infirmary, without thinking to check whether she's with a patient. "I got those herbs you asked for! Where d'you want me to put 'em?" There's a nod of his head, and if Cam looks a little smug, well... he is a bronzerider. "Yup. Repel back down it, too," he notes, only boasting a little bit. Since there's no threat of being stuck with anything, cold or sharp, C'mryn seems content to just sit back and discuss his training. Fun times. "Not a bad idea. I'm not sure how many rescue missions we're going to be going on, but hey. Better safe than sorry?" But that's neither here nor there. And then he's wincing at the loud call. Just cause. Madilla looks impressed. Very impressed. And her face? Is one of those faces that does impressed really well: the big eyes and everything. Her enthusiastic head bobs that follow along with the rest of what the bronzerider says fall off into still silence at the sound of Gabrion's call; then, she matches C'mryn's wince with one of her own. "I'm so sorry," is her murmured comment, as she draws herself up, drawing open the curtain and waving Gabrion over with a silent wave, and a faint frown. While she waits for the aid to approach, she turns her head back to Cam to note, "I'll talk to my superior. It might be... fun, you know?" She flushes. "Something different." Gabrion is in a good mood, at least. He heads over to the opened cubicle and when he sees C'mryn inside, says cheerfully, "Oops, sorry about that." And he flashes a good-natured grin at the bronzerider, then holds up the two bundles to Madilla. "This ought to last until the next Pass." They are on the large side. "Certainly," agrees Cam of superiors and such. "Different, at least. Change of scene." Because monotony is boring. As for Gabrion, he's just given a very wide, very Cam-ish grin. "No worries," he says easily, shrugging. "Nothing important going on." He's even got his boots on, still. Madilla's remark to Gabrion is affectionate, but not really in a condescending way, at least; "Were you that loud in the infirmary when you were an apprentice, too? Thank you, Gabrion." Given the interruption, she doesn't quite manage to respond to the rest of what C'mryn says, but as she accepts the oversized bundles, she adds, "Gabrion, this is Bronzerider C'mryn. He's been learning search and rescue techniques down south. C'mryn, this is Gabrion, one of our aides. I should put these away... keep C'mryn company for a minute, Gabrion?" Affectionate or no, Gabrion loses his grin in a hurry; his apprenticeship isn't something he cares to be reminded of. "No..." he says simply. "Hi, bronzerider. Nice to meet you. Sure, I can do that." A pause, and he asks, with interest, "What kind of search and rescue techniques were you learning?" There's a lifted eyebrow at 'were an apprentice' as to indicate 'no longer', but Cam says nothing about it. He just repositions, fingers threaded so they can easily be slung behind his head, all casually comfortable. "Just Cam, or C'mryn," he notes. "Easier. Mostly survival training. You know, wilderness survival, along with some tracking, basic first-aid, how to handle it when you find someone alive. How to handle it when you find someone, ah, not alive." Fun stuff. "Just got back, as a matter of fact." Madilla's false step does not go unnoticed by the still-apprentice, because she blanches at herself, gaze seeking Gabrion's for an apology. It's awfully convenient, then, that she's excused herself at just this moment to take the herbs to the workroom-- which she does. She'll be gone a few minutes. Gabrion nods in acknowledgement to Madilla with the barest of smiles. "Cool," he says to C'mryn as she walks off. "That sounds pretty awesome. Well, not the dead people part, but the rest. My brother's a Healer, he made journeyman, and he's a total expert in first aid. He's really good. There was this one guy who broke his leg in like three places, and Seldon set it and splinted it and got him down the mountain safe and he was just fine." "Oh yeah?" says Cam, doing all those active listening things, like nodding. And he is listening, too. "Don't know if I could pull that off, haven't tried. But I can tie a tourniquet!" And he's actually proud of it, too. "But my side of things was mostly, well, what to eat, what not to eat, how to get out if I'm lost, that sorta thing. Just watch out for leeches." Little piece of advice there. "Been at Reaches long?" Translation: Do I know you? "I..." Gabrion pauses; this gets into that whole awkward not-an-apprentice thing. He shrugs and just spills it. "I was born here and all. Was at Healer for two and a half turns, but I came back right before turnover. I don't think we've met, though." He grins, and says, "You wouldn't want to have to. Set a guy's leg like that. Not if the femur's fractured. That's the thigh bone," he adds. "It's pretty dangerous, the guy could have died easy, but he was definitely going to die if Seldon didn't do something, so. Nothing to lose really. And it worked out." There's a hint of envy in his voice: he wishes he could be that awesome. "Tourniquets, that's good. You know what to do for poisonous snake bites?" Quiz time, apparently. "No, probably not," agrees Cam. "Well, nice to meet you now, anyways. And welcome back." Since Cam seems not to realize that 'back' might imply a loss of apprenticeship or something. No one said he was super bright. "Oh, uh..." is this a trick question? "There's a salve, I think, that can help. Otherwise," Death? "Hrm. Got me there. But can you repel down a mountain?" just, ya know, to prove he can do something right. Madilla's back just in time for 'oh, uh', and her gaze slides between Gabrion and C'mryn before, biting back actual laughter, she says, "Now, now, there's no need to /quiz/ the poor man." It's not /really/ a chiding remark, not given the merriness of her expression, but how easily it could be taken that way, anyway. She adds, then, "I'm sorry for abandoning you, Bronzerider. Those herbs need reconstituting before use, and I really need to use them later this afternoon." "You suck the blood out of the wound," Gabrion says with relish. He's still young enough to really like gross things. "Got to make sure you don't swallow it, though. And... no. I never got to do anything like /that/." Now it's C'mryn who his envy is directed at. Like Madilla earlier, he's impressed. "Did you ever fall?" When Madilla returns and teases him, he greets her with a smirk. "Hey, you can never have too much first aid knowledge, right?" "No problem," says Cam, brushing it off. But he does add, afterwards, "Just Cam is fine." An uplifted eyebrow at the blood-sucking. "You sure that works well? I mean, theoretically, maybe, but blood sure moves fast. I've seen it gush-" and here he actually sobers pretty quickly, changing subjects in an abrupt way. "Anyways. Made it through training just fine. Got all my limbs, didn't die in the jungle, or the desert." Head bob. "S'fun," repelling. "But can be dangerous if you're not careful. And no, I didn't fall. Hard to fall, unless you did something wrong. The way the harness works, well," a glance at Madilla, "Eh, off subject. But take my word for it, falling is difficult unless you do it really wrong." Gabrion's smirk makes Madilla laugh - "True!" she agrees, with a grin for the aid. Cam's name request is confirmed with a low bob of the head, and a dimpled smile, though the smile fades fairly rapidly at the way he sobers after that; if she doesn't ask anything more, it must be because she's polite, because her frown shows concern. "It sounds like it keeps you busy, at any rate," she notes, as she slides past in order to reclaim the bronzerider's file. "But healthy enough, as far as I can see. Let's keep it that way, shall we?" "I wish I could learn to climb mountains," Gabrion says with enthusiasm. "Do you have to be a dragonrider to get search and rescue training?" He assures C'mryn, "It works. You don't get /all/ the poison out that way, but if you work fast, usually it's enough. The guy who got bit is still in for a sore leg, but." Better that than being dead, or having your leg amputated. "Dunno," answers Cam. "Don't think so. But you might be a bit young for it. No offense. Could always ask." A shrug of his shoulders follows the comment. "You got it," says the bronzerider, giving a salute and a grin to Madilla. "I will avoid death at all costs." A grin for Gabrion. "Guess so. Though how about they just avoid the snakes? Problem solved." He shifts, pushing himself to his feet. "That mean I'm free to go?" Madilla offers, quietly, "Before you came in I was musing about whether some of the healers ought to get some training, so we can accompany the wing, if necessary. It's not /quite/ mountain climbing, but it might be a nice change of pace?" Her expression is approving as she turns back to C'mryn, echoing the salute, albeit awkwardly, as she says, "Thank you. That's what we like. I don't see why not... though if anything does come up? We're not scary." See! Gabrion looks at Madilla with a mixture of hope and excitement on his face. "Really?" he says eagerly. But then his face falls. "Yeah, but I'm not..." a healer. He doesn't finish the sentence though. "Have a good one," he says to C'mryn, and scrunches up his nose, looking away. "No, certainly not," for being scary. Cam's grin is easy. "Kinda nice, actually," he admits. "First step's always the hardest," he tells Gabrion, "And it never hurts to ask." A bob of his head to both. "Thanks for your time, Madilla. Nice to meet you," to Gabrion. There's a little wave before the bronzerider heads out. As comfortable as he may have seemed, he's sure not lingering in the infirmary. "Look after yourself," Madilla says to C'mryn, with a warm smile. As he goes, she turns her attention back to Gabrion. With sympathy heavy in her gaze, she notes, quietly, "/I'd/ vouch for your inclusion anyway, Gabrion. I'd get Delifa to vouch for you if you ever wanted to rejoin the craft, but be posted here, for that matter, but--" She's not pushing him to it. There's a flare of I-want-to in Gabrion's eyes, but he hides it behind a sullen mask. "They wouldn't let me do that," he mutters. "Master Kinston hates me. But the search and rescue..." "Master Kinston," says Madilla, saying the name carefully, and with just enough expression to suggest that she knows the man, and what he's like, "is not the only person who has a say. It's not like I could /promise/ success, but..." It could be worth trying is, presumably, what she's getting at. She gathers together C'mryn's file, adding, then, "I'll talk to the Journeymen about the search and rescue possibility. Frankly... it makes more /sense/ for us to use some of your skills, since you do have more than the average aid. We'll see." Her smile is meant to be encouraging. A tiny, appreciative smile appears before Gabrion shoves it away again in favor of a scowl. He nods slowly, twice, and says, "Okay," granting Madilla permission to pull what strings she can. Gabrion, however, will steadfastly refuse to get his hopes up. And, he reiterates, "I'm not going back there, though." That tiny smile is enough to make Madilla beam, not to mention utterly ignore the scowl. Quite possibly, the very chance that she might be able to help is all that it takes to make her this happy: she really is too nice for words. "Noted," she promises. "Only if we can manage it with you posted here. I'm having tea with Journeyman Delifa tonight; I'll talk to her, then. I know we've all been happy with your work. I think... not all of us learn best in a classroom." "It wasn't really so much that, but..." Gabrion ultimately decides not to go into details; he shrugs. "Thanks," he adds, mumbly but grateful, and shifts from one foot to the other with hands shoved in his pockets. Madilla is far too polite to press, so in the end, she only nods. Still smiling, she says, "I suppose I better tackle the next patient... I'll let you know how I go with Delifa, and we'll see what happens from there, all right?" "Okay," Gabrion says, and leaves it at that. He gives Madilla a nod, and heads into the back to get a bucket and mop with which to clean the floor. |
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