Logs:Ally under the weather
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| RL Date: 29 May, 2013 |
| Who: K'zin, Alida |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida visits K'zin in the infirmary, but is quickly ushered out. |
| Where: Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 12, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Madilla/Mentions, Mave/Mentions, Sh'mel/Mentions, Devaki/Mentions |
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| 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.
She leaves people mostly to their own devices - even friends - so a couple of days not seeing K'zin wasn't any biggie to Alida, the woman thinking it was likely some minor owie that kept him from drills. But after the third day, a quick word to Ilicaeth to speak with Rasavyth found out the real reason behind the disappearance of Waki (tm), and now leads to the blonde stepping into the infirmary...and donning a filtering mask after she speaks to the assistant on duty. Her steps are smooth and light as the bluie picks her way past others stuck in here due to illness or injury, and soon enough 'lida's stepping beside the cot with sickly K'zin on it, and noting in slightly muffled fashion, "You've looked better." It's true that K'zin looks a little pale compared to his usual rich dusky tones, and his eyes are a little sluggish to pull away from their stare at the page. The book is closed by way of simply removing the finger wedged against the spine that had kept it from closing, and he shifts to lie on his back, which triggers a coughing fit that he hides beneath the blanket. "You could say that again and it would still be just as true." K'zin's answer comes quietly, his baritone huskier than usual with a raw rasp to it. "As long as y'don't have the Plague 'r firehead 'r anything like that, it's all decent," Alida notes in quieter tones - given the need for such in here - the woman smirking beneath her mask at Waki's answer, then moving aside to nab a stool, and sit on it beside his bed. "Flu?" she inquires politely, then noting in practical fashion, "Y'need anything from yer' weyr, lemme' know." That book is peered at by intense green eyes for a moment, their focus then shifted back to the bronzer with a hint of concern. "Betcher' feelin' the pinch from not bein' able ta' talk much." Wink. "Pneumonia, Madilla says." K'zin's answer is quiet though Alida earns a half-smile for some of her words. "She says I didn't come soon enough to rest up, but you know, I was wingseconding and Sh'mel..." He trails off. Does it need to be said that the wing would've been in trouble with only Sh'mel for any length of time? "Anyway, I'm resting now, like I'm told. Trying to get better. How're drills going? And stuff?" What stuff? Any stuff, probably. "Can't do much now, but I'll give a shout if I need something from up there. Thanks, 'lida. Things alright with you and 'caeth?" It has been a while since the pair has had a chance to catch up. "Aww crap..." Alida mumbles to that diagnosis, the young woman shaking her head, then noting, "Bet Madilla's cluckin' over ya' like a mother hen." Only the slight squinching-up of her eyes and cheeks shows the bluerider's quick flash of a grin beneath her mask. "Yeah... 'n Sh'mel's not the best one in the position we've had," the blonde ripostes dryly. "Still, he's catchin' on, since you two helped him. Almost holdin' 'is own." A look around the cavern gives the weyrling the layout of the land, and she's soon peering back at Waki. "Drill's 'r the same. Breathin' fire on nearly everything. Was almost a close call in Cirrus, I heard on the grapevine, though. Nothin' turned out bad, though." Shrug. A quick and affirmative nod to the bedridden bronzer evolves into a, "Pretty much standard. Y'heard about Devaki gettin' booted up ta' Lord uv Reaches, right?" It could just be the flush of fever, but K'zin's pale face starts to turn rosy, "I wouldn't say clucking." The words are a touch defensive. "Mads takes good care of me. Always has. Ever since Mave broke my nose when I was twelve." Maybe the lack of humor about Madilla is a symptom of the disease, too. After all, K'zin's usually the one cracking jokes, not quashing them. "We were just 'second. You were one. You know how it goes to support a 'leader." Though K'zin probably had more work cut out for him than 'lida. "I heard--" The bronze weyrling starts to answer on the far more relevant matter but just as he does, a healer sweeps into the alcove to check on him, ushering Alida out without allowing much time for anything other than a quick, "Later, 'lida!" From K'zin. "Relax..." Alida murmurs with just a hint of eye rolling to K'zin when he gets defensive of Madilla, the bluie shaking her head a little. "Like I said, Waki..." the blonde notes to the bronzer, raising one of her brows on high at his response to word of 'seconds and 'leaders. Gheesh. And when she's finally about to experience *his* take on the whole Hold thing, she's being hurried out the proverbial door by staff. "I'm goin', I'm goin'!" Yeesh! And out she does, with a left-behind, "We'll talk soon!" Via their dragons, of course. |
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