Logs:Torturing Gabrion
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| RL Date: 6 February, 2010 |
| Who: Gabrion, Madilla, Silarra |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Silarra's cast comes off; Gabrion is back from Healer Hall, triumphant. |
| Where: Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Month 12, Turn 21 |
| 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. The mid-afternoon shift is a busy one in the infirmary, but now, as the hour heads hurriedly on towards dinner, everything is beginning to calm down. Indeed, as Madilla heads across to the front desk, returning a chart to the healer currently on duty there, there's no one waiting, giving the two healers time for a few, cheerfully exchanged words. "They're due back soon, I think," says Madilla, brightly. "I haven't heard anything, but-- no, I'm sure they've all gone /beautifully/." Silarra makes her way into the infirmary, moving quite deftly by now with her crutches. Madilla gets a quick smile when she's spotted by the desk. "Hey. You heard how Gabe's tests went?" She queries. "Haven't heard that his head exploded or anything right?" The heads of both healers turn at the sound of crutches on the stone floor, and Madilla very promptly laughs at Silarra's query. She attempts mock-seriousness as she says, "I haven't /heard/ of any cases of head explosion." Her head shakes, though. "I haven't heard much of anything, yet, to be honest. I'm sure he went fine, though: he deserves to do well, all the work he's been doing." Resting her hand atop the edge of the counter, she adds, glancing from Silarra to the other healer, and then back, "Anyway-- I suppose we ought to get a look at that leg of yours. That's why you're here, right, Silarra?" Silarra gives Madilla a smirking smile. "Good. Because I think a head explosion would probably be on the painful side." The rather slight woman comments dryly before she nods her head. "Yep. I'm really hoping it's all healed up well. I'm /so/ tired of the crutches. And of not being able to do my /real/ work." There's a bit of a whine to her tone there. "He'd better do good. Gabe studied so much. And he /likes/ all this healer stuff." Crazy cousin. "And messy." Madilla doesn't do all that well at managing a straight face for this, but it makes the healer beside her laugh. "I'm sure," she sympathises, tipping her head off towards the examination cubicles further into the room. "Let's see what we can do. Anyway, I rather /hope/ Gabrion likes this 'healer stuff'... it would be a shame not to like what you do." She bobs her head at the other healer, who waves them away. Silarra makes her way off towards that cubicle after a quick smile to the other healer. "It would be. I work with the runners in the stable. There's been a couple people assigned there that don't like them. Must be miserable. I love it." She states with a smile back to Madilla. "You like doing this stuff, right?" "I love it," confirms Madilla, unconsciously echoing Silarra's words as she closes the curtain of the cubicle behind them. "The stables... that must be interesting. Cold, this time of turn, though, yes?" She indicates the cot set up in the cubicle, evidently intending Silarra to hop up onto it. "But not work for those who don't like it, no, I can't imagine having to do that. How does the leg feel? You've been careful not to get it wet, or use it too much?" Silarra nods her head. "I'd imagine they are." She states as she moves to hop up on the cot, pulling the leg of the loose pants she is wearing up over her knee, out of the way. "This is my first turn living here. I moved here at the end of the summer. And I haven't been able to work in the stables since I broke the leg. Can't muck or ride like this." She looks down and shrugs. "Feels okay, I guess. And yes, I've been a good little girl." Madilla puts one hand on Silarra's foot, evidently intending to manipulate it around a little bit, attention kept intent to make sure this doesn't cause any pain. "No, I suppose you wouldn't be able to. Are you used to this kind of cold? I've forgotten where you said you were from." She adds, then, after a moment, "It's always better when people are determined to heal properly. This doesn't hurt, does it?" Silarra shakes her head. "Nope. Doesn't hurt." She states looking down to watch Madilla move it around. "Why would I risk it healing badly because I was being an idiot?" She states with a smirk before Silarra shrugs. "Northwestern Pern. That's really about what I can narrow it down to, for most of the year at least. My family are traders." "You'd be amazed at the amount of people who don't think that sensibly," says Madilla, sounding wry. "Too focused on now to think of later, I suppose." She seems pleased, though, that it doesn't hurt, letting go of Silarra's foot gently as she adds, "Ah, of course. Traders - I'd forgotten. At least you're used to all the snow? I'm going to go ahead and take the cast off. I'm afraid that doesn't mean being back at work instantly, though: you're going to need a lot of therapy to get the muscles back into shape." Silarra wrinkles her nose. "Really? Will I at least be able to walk on it? I'm /so/ tired of crutches and having to have people carry my plate and stuff." Silarra states. "Yep. I'm used to the cold and the snow. Kind of nice to experience it just at one place." Madilla replies with a laugh, and then a mock-stern remark: "You'd /better/. How else are you going to get those muscles back in working order?" She looks pleased, turning around to fetch a large knife, which she sets on the cot beside Silarra. "I'm sure. You stop over places for the winter, I suppose? I can't imagine you'd get too far with wagons and so on, with this much snow." Silarra looks to the large knife with much more interest than trepidation. "Good. I'll get them back into order as quickly as they'll go then." She might be on the smaller size, but she's in good shape. "And yeah, we'd hole up in this small place every winter. Same one each turn. Too much snow this far north for the wagons. It would be the longest we'd stay in one place all turn." "Good," says Madilla, approvingly, adding, "I promise, I won't leave you any more injuries to recover from with this thing." She indicates the knife with a little twitch of her lips, then adds, as she picks it up again, "It must be strange, then, to stay in one place. But a relief in some ways, no doubt." She doesn't really give any warning before she begins dismantling the cast, carefully - very carefully - cutting down the front of it with short, sharp sawing motions. Silarra tries to sit very, very, very still as Madilla uses that big knife to take apart the cast. "That's one reason I moved here. I wanted to see what it is like. It's nice in a lot of ways. Strange, but nice. I've even started to make a friend or two that I'm not related to." Silarra adds dryly. "And I get to torture Gabe." Madilla has to hold back her laughter, no doubt for fear of actually causing further injury with her big knife. "And torturing your poor cousin is, of course, the absolute best part of all of it," she says, with a laugh. "I'm glad you like it, though. Even if we did throw big rocks at you." This cast removal stuff is slow business; Madilla narrows her gaze and concentrates on it, working intently to get it free. Silarra just grin over. "Of course it's the best part. Gabe's a good guy. But he's lots of fun to tease as well." Silarra states watching the cast come out as she sits so very still. "Yes. I'm sure throwing big rocks at me was the whole plan." "He is," says Madilla, which is presumably in response to Gabe being a good guy, and not so much the teasing; she doesn't really seem like the teasing type. "I'm so proud of him--" She pauses. "Does that sound condescending? I didn't mean it to. It's just lovely to see." Another few hearty slices and the cast finally comes free, pulled apart by the healer as she says, "Absolutely. It was all planned out, just to... test you?" "Tormented by rocks." Silarra states, wiggling a bit once the cast is free, and she's no longer worried about the huge knife. Silarra leans down to rub at her leg. "Huh. Is it skinnier?" She asks before she grins over to Madilla. "Do you think I really care if you sound condescending?" Setting aside the pieces of cast, Madilla looks pleased as Silarra wiggles. "Not /too/ much, if it is," she says, with a grin. "Want to try walking on it? You may need to keep a crutch at first, if it's too bad-- let's see." After a beat, as she turns away to put the knife out of reach, she adds, "I suppose you probably don't. I guess it's more that /I/ care, at least a little bit." Silarra wrinkles her nose. "I bet I can manage without a crutch. Ever again." She states with determination. Silarra stands carefully, slowly putting her weight on both legs. "Feels so odd to just stand on my own again." "I'm sure it does," agrees Madilla with a laugh, wiping bits of plaster dust off her hands and onto her apron. "Aside from odd, how does it feel? No pain? It's okay if it feels a bit weak-- we'll work on that. But any real pain? Stop what you're doing and see a healer." Silarra shakes her head. "Doesn't hurt, weak, though, yeah." Silarra takes a couple of tentative steps, from where she's with Madilla in one of the examining areas. There's a bit of a limp from the weaker muscles. "You mean like sharp pain? Because I bet the muscle will be all sore for a day or two like when you work it hard." Madilla stays where she is, standing next to the shelf of supplies, keeping a close watch upon Silarra as she takes her first couple of steps. "Sharp pain, right. Sore muscles are fine, so long as they aren't /too/ sore... don't try and push too hard, I suppose, is the ultimate point. Swimming is good, in the bathing caverns if you need to, or if you can find someone willing to take you south, even better. And we'll have you in daily for exercises and massage." She looks pleased, though. "I'm back!" Gabe hollers as he bursts into the infirmary. Indeed, he looks like he's just off the dragon, with windblown hair and a bag slung over his shoulder and a piece of paper clutched tightly in one hand. He's beaming happily; things must have gone well. Silarra looks over to Madilla. "I've never been south. This could be a good excuse to talk a rider into taking me. But Madilla said I have to!" She jokes before she swings her head around. "Gabe!" She greets with a big grin for his beaming. "You passed? Without any leaking brains even." "At this time of--" begins Madilla, trailing off in surprise and delight at the sound of Gabrion's voice. She takes a few steps forward, out of the little cubicle and into the Infirmary proper, as if to confirm that it really is the Apprentice. "Gabrion!" /She/ doesn't repeat Silarra's question; she doesn't seem to have any doubts, only beaming and beaming with obvious pride. "Silarra! You're walking! Hi, Madilla," Gabe says, beaming with an even broader grin, and waving the paper in his hand. He holds it out to the journeyman proudly. "I passed everything! And I got two distinctions! Master Kinston looked like he'd swallowed a whole lemon when I passed him in the hallway after they posted the results. But they didn't promote me to senior apprentice." He looks just a /little/ bit disappointed by that. Still, he doesn't lose the grin. Silarra takes a few more cautious steps to bring herself out of the infirmary as well. "Madilla says I can." She states, on the whole walking bit. "And that's great! Probably a better way to show them what's what than just walking up to the guy and flipping him off." Silarra states, still with a grin on her face. Madilla reaches out to intercept the bit of paper, evidently intent upon reading it for herself - not that it looks though she doubts him at all. "Gabrion! That's wonderful," she assures him, clearly delighted. "I was sixteen before I walked the tables to Senior Apprentice... maybe next time?" She tips her gaze back towards Silarra, as if to make sure that the other girl is still doing well, then adds, "You're in good time: we've only just got her out of plaster." "Yeah... maybe next time," Gabe says, making a little face. "Anyway, I'm not on probation anymore, so there's that? I am /so/ glad to be back. How have you guys been? Is everything going okay? You know you can't overdo it too soon, with the walking, right?" That last, of course, is directed at Silarra, and he sounds more like his mother than any fifteen-year-old boy should. Silarra rolls his eyes over to Gabe. "Yes, Auntie." She teases. "Should I also watch out for the million different things out there that will kill me?" She jokes before she nods. "Being off probation is great. And you get to come back here and keep learning and stuff." Madilla gives the paper a quick read, and despite having already been told what the results are, she can't seem to help looking more and more pleased, especially as she hands it back again. "Not being on probation is /wonderful/," she agrees, with delight. "It must feel great. Congratulations, Gabrion." Gabe carefully folds the paper and tucks it into his pocket. "Thanks," he says for the congratulations, and gives Madilla a grateful and bashful smile. "I couldn't have done it without your help though." He nods at Silarra. "I was kind of worried they were going to try and make me stay but... they didn't, in the end." Silarra looks over to Gabe. "Did they try?" She queries, crossing her arm as she stands, more weight on her stronger leg. "Because who would I torment if you hadn't come back? I would have come down and rescued you." "It's been a pleasure," Madilla assures Gabrion, serious despite her continued smile. "It's worth it, without question." Her lips twitch slightly at the interchange between the two cousins, then she adds, "Silarra, do you need to sit down again? Standing still is probably not the best way to get back into using both legs." "Well, it's not like they have a jail there," Gabe says. "It's just - one of the masters was talking to me about it, after I aced that exam in Reproductive and Sexual Health. He kind of wanted me to stay and study with him I think... but I was pretty clear I didn't want to. I'm not going back. I'd leave the craft first. So. They didn't make a thing of it, or anything, though." He frowns down at Silarra's legs when Madilla speaks up. "Are you okay?" He asks. Silarra looks over to Madilla and shakes her head. "Nah. I'm fine." Though, anyone who knows Silarra would know she'd say that either way. "I haven't stood on my own in awhile. It's nice." Silarra turns an evil grin on Gabe next. "Aced the Reproductive and Sexual Health one? That mean you'll actually start explaining to me things you say? Or should I keep B'tal on the backburner?" Madilla speaks up to note, thoughtfully, as she wipes her hands on her apron again, "The Craft doesn't actually /like/ losing apprentices. I doubt they'll make any huge effort to post Gabrion elsewhere, knowing how he feels." She gets this out before, Silarra's teasing of the Apprentice makes her flush again; she takes half a step backwards, apparently unconsciously, then adds, "Well, if you /do/ need to, Silarra, you shouldn't feel bad about it. Those muscles will get tired easily." When in doubt: change the topic! Even if it's only for a moment. "Well, if it was up to some people they'd probably post me on the moons," Gabe says drily, "but yeah.. most of 'em are alright." Silarra gets a quirked eyebrow. "About sexual health? No. If it ever turns out that I'm the last healer on Pern, then we can talk about it then. Otherwise, you should ask Madilla. Or someone else. Anyone else, really. I draw the line at explaining sex stuff to my female cousins." Silarra shakes her head over to Madilla. "I'm fine. I'm tough. And I have another leg that's just fine." And she'll put most of her weight on that one. "Then you're not going to start talking about things around me that I don't know what means, right?" She questions her cousin, with a falsely innocent look. Madilla gives Silarra a firm, serious nod, but doesn't much take her gaze off the girl's leg; a healer never, apparently, goes off duty, even when standing around chatting in a relatively quiet infirmary. "Officially, of course," she murmurs, "Gabrion shouldn't be thinking about sexual matters at /all/. Rules-wise." Gabe rolls his eyes at Madilla. "I /did/ have an exam in them," he points out. "Silarra, do I ever talk about things around you that you don't know what they mean?" Silarra gives Gabe a slightly apologetic look. She didn't mean to get him in /trouble/. "You did two nights before you left. You weren't talking about /you/ doing anything. I hope. But then you wouldn't tell me what it meant. Only that greenrider would." Silarra states. "It's not that I want to do anything, it's just that I hate feeling like an idiot when everyone else knows what they're talking about, and I've got no clue." Madilla's lips twitch inwards, holding back laughter; she's not being too serious, then. "I rather think the kind of things Silarra is talking about are... not necessarily the things on your exam, though?" Her scarlet blush makes her look rather awkward. "I understand what you mean, Silarra," she adds, ducking her gaze back towards the other girl. "I don't know that I want to /know/, precisely, but..." "Oh, Faranth," Gabrion mutters and closes his eyes. "No... they're /not/. Shells in a frying pan! I wouldn't tell you in the /living/ cavern, Silarra, and I mean, can't you see why? But that has nothing to do with - anything." To Madilla, he says, aggrieved, "She wanted to know what a blowjob was, and I said I'd tell her later, but then she just couldn't leave it alone." Silarra looks over to Gabrion. "Yeah, but you /said/ it there! Why would you /say/ something in the living cavern if you can't describe it there?" She asks him. "That seems like a real double standard. If you can't tell someone what something means in that place, then you probably shouldn't be using the words for it there." She states, leaning more heavily on her good leg, using the other just for balance. By Madilla's expression, she's maybe not entirely certain of what a blowjob is, either-- or maybe it's just something she's blocked out. Either way, she doesn't look entirely comfortable. She opens her mouth, as if to say something, then shuts it again, her head shaking. Finally: "Such talk is better kept to... closed doors, I would have thought." "But I didn't say it to you. You walked in on a guy conversation," Gabrion says to Silarra, frustrated. "You can't just walk in on a guy conversation and start asking people to define their terms." He throws up his hands. "I'm not even the one who brought this up in the middle of the infirmary, I just want to point out." Silarra looks over to Gabrion. "Weren't you getting me food? You /knew/ I was there." She insists before she shakes her head. "Oh, that is /really/ a double standard. I'm a /girl/ so I better be protected from such conversations." Larra's tone just drips with sarcasm. But then she does catch sight of Madilla's expression, and Silarra doesn't add more. Still awkward, Madilla fish-mouths a few more time before, finally, she says, very quietly, "Perhaps this is not terribly appropriate for talk in the infirmary, either, you're quite right, Gabrion." /She/ looks like she'd rather be elsewhere, and, indeed, adds, "I should get that chart written up, and see if there's anyone else to be seen. Silarra-- we'll see you tomorrow? And Gabrion, welcome home." That, at least, is genuine. "I've got to go put my stuff away," Gabe says grouchily, levelling a narrow-eyed glare at Silarra, and not responding to her accusation. "See you later... thanks." Genuine, as well, if still touched with a hint of sourness. Silarra looks over to Madilla and gives her a quick smile. "Right. I'll be back tomorrow." Gabe gets a roll of the eyes from his cousin, before she'll slowly make her way out, and probably for a good long soak. "Gabe," begins Madilla, as though she intends to say something else (and interestingly, uses his nickname - something she's not prone to), but she shakes her head and lets it go, managing a smile. "I'll see you both tomorrow." |
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