Logs:Isolation Ward
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| RL Date: 19 March, 2014 |
| Who: Nala, Vash |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: An assistant weyrlingmaster checks on the weyrling who fainted. The conversation does not go smoothly. |
| Where: Infirmary, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 4, Turn 34 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: M'vyn/Mentions, Ebeny/Mentions |
| Infirmary, Fort Weyr The walls of this oval cavern have been smoothed, and white-washed and get regular cleaning from the way they gleam subtly on any given day. Cots line the walls and stand in aisles towards the back of the cavern, ready to serve human patients. At the far end of the cavern, a short passageway is blocked off by a curtain and leads into the central hub for the dragon infirmary. Several ground weyrs that face out onto the Bowl all exit on the inner side, into this hub which is well stocked for the treatment of dragon injuries and spacious enough to accomodate the smaller dragons. Supplies are stored in various drawers and glass-fronted cabinets that display a myriad of the most commonly used items. A discreet door off to the side provides access to the still room where more sensitive items are also kept. A large sink with functional plumbing -- including hot and cold taps -- is located toward the southernmost corner. It's evening now, and Nala has been a resident of the infirmary since early in the morning. For some time, M'vyn was at her bedside, and Elsyth was outside, but now she's alone, a pale figure tucked beneath clean, pristine sheets. Jynth has calmed enough to be brought through to the dragon infirmary, where he dozes in one of the wallows, watched over by one of the dragon healers, and there are murmurings among the Healers of moving Nala through to that next-door cavern to be with her lifemate. Only... the weyrling bluerider doesn't seem to be in any hurry to move, and stares blankly up at the ceiling, expression an unreadable mask. Vash passes Jynth on her way toward the infirmary, and while her gaze rests on the blue for a long moment, her footsteps do not slow. Only once she's inside the infirmary does she pause, first seeking out any Healers in the vicinity before she spots Nala. Another moment passes, then the rider approaches with a tightly rolled scrap of hide in hand. She stands at the side of Nala's bed for several seconds, then draws a nearby stool closer before folding her lanky frame to sit. "You're likely tired of people asking how you are," the greenrider states, voice quiet. "Just wondered if you need anything. From the barracks or... somewhere." Bedside manner? Not one of Vash's strong suits. Nala must notice that Vash is there, yet she continues to stare straight up at the ceiling. She doesn't answer for such a long time that it might seem that she isn't going to communicate at all, but then she visibly exhales, ribcage falling beneath tight sheets, and queries, "Is needing something mandatory?" without looking across at the assistant weyrlingmaster. "I could need all sorts of things, from all sorts of places, if I chose. But that would be wanting and I cannot have what I want." Her lips twitch at that, like she could exclaim or cry, but doesn't. Vash, socially lost at the best of times, is stymied as she watches Nala's slow climb toward reacting. Her words just make it worse, so it's with a silent period of her own that the greenrider sits, plodding her way through the weyrling's words. In the end what she comes up with is, "Is there anything you want from the barracks or elsewhere that I or another assistant weyrlingmaster might offer?" The words aren't clipped exactly. Just precise, as she grasps for a syntax that works. Her boots shift on the ground, scraping slightly. "I was stuck in that very bed for a long time during my own weyrlinghood," she adds, voice and expression pained as she struggles. "Just thought I'd ask." "You might offer me M'vyn's punishment instead of him, whatever it is that you will think up to do to him for being here when I woke again." Nala's words are slow and deliberate, and just the tiniest bit patronising, whether she means for them to be or not. "I imagine they will keep my in clothes. And when it all goes back to 'normal', I'll be back in the barracks, and everything will be /fine/." She blinks once, slowly, and though she seems to pay attention to Vash, she doesn't give much outward, physical evidence of such. "The rocks fell on you," she assumes. Vash's frown deepens. Then deepens more. Whatever it is causing Nala's patronising words, this particular rider is in the dark. Her hands squeeze that rolled bit of hide, wringing it slowly as she looks away from the weyrling at the immediate vicinity. She then looks up at that old familiar ceiling before returning her gaze to Nala's face, though the frown remains. "They did," she answers, distant. "And on Ihvaiyth. And I don't know why we would punish M'--." Ding. Her eyes slowly sweep down toward the weyrling's abdominal area. "I guess they fell on you, too." "I find it difficult to believe that the Weyrlingmaster was thrilled to learn that he was here and not at lessons." Which is the only assumption Nala can make, having been unconscious for most of the day. She doesn't notice just where Vash's gaze trails, and finds she can't summon the energy to do much more than shrug in answer to the greenrider's last comment. That is, until she sighs, "I would almost prefer rocks." Eventually, her head lolls to one side and she stares at a point past Vash's shoulder. "What will I have to do to catch up? I imagine that some are already accusing me of malingering." "You haven't been in here as long as I was, and I caught up," Vash counters, shrugging uncomfortably. She gives Nala a frowning sort of side glance and shifts on her little chair. "Anyway, what M'vyn chooses to do, he can sharding well answer for on his own." Or so she... thinks? Maybe. Her expression belies any confidence. "Preferring rocks to fainting makes no sense." It's blunt, but maybe that's because she's gone back to wringing the hide and looking around her. "Shells, I hate this place," Vash mutters darkly. "At least you might be able to be with Jynth. Right?" "Of course," Nala murmurs obediently. "No sense at all." Not that she expands on why or why not she might have that preference, having submitted to Vash's blunt statement. "You do not have to stay," she goes on. "I have Healers staring at me; I am sure they will update you and the other weyrlingmasters if I so much as sneeze." As for Jynth, she doesn't even focus at mention of her lifemate, telling her, "He is asleep - I am sure that I would disturb him, were I to join him. I have hurt him enough today." For several long seconds, Vash stares at Nala. Stares with the intensity of someone trying to move a mark piece with her mind. Whatever it is she's really trying to do, she breaks out of it at the end and blinks owlishly, then sits up straighter. "Right. Sorry. And I'm disturbing your own rest, so..." She trails off, muscles tense, then suddenly stands and moves the stool back to where she found it. She starts to leave, then has to come back while trying to straighten the strangled hide, which turns out to be a summary of the day's lessons, written in a cramped, nearly childlike hand. "I thought... if you get bored. You know..." She'll just tuck that in right over there, within reach. There's a last confused sort of look for the weyrling, then Vash starts to make good on her exit. As usual, there are no farewells from the woman. Something pained flashes across Nala's expression as Vash makes to depart, but just as there are no farewells from her, there are no words of parting /for/ her either. She presses her lips together firmly and blinks her eyes wide, then manages to convince her features to co-operate and permit themselves to be schooled into the same, even blankness as before. Later, she'll look at that hide. But not quite /yet/. |
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