Accident (par 1/2)
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Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Emma, Paula, Vix
Date Posted: 18th March 2008
Characters: Vanea, Miranek, Corofel
Description: Corofel's prank turns into an accident when Vanea catches him and his friend.
Location: Emerald Falls Hold
Date: month 9, day 3 of Turn 4
The two lads had a piece of plank, bucket full of water and old, rickety looking ladder. They were up to no good. Corofel was up on ladder, trying to get the bucket up over a door, so it would fell and soak anybody who passed thru the door. The other lad, a holdbrat named Tengil, held the ladder still.
"This will never work. They see the bucket. Besides you've splashed water all over the floor," Tengil said doubtfully.
"It will work, you'll see. Nobody ever looks up and we can wipe the floor dry," the young lord's heir said confidently. The ladder wobbled and creaked worryingly. "Watch it, hold it still," Corofel hissed and the bucket nearly fell from his hands.
"Oh-ou," Tengil said ominously.
"What? Oh no," Corofel turned and recognized the Headwoman. She was staring at them. Over the past months Corofel had had a reason to develop a healthy fear of her. "It's not my fault, it's all his idea!"
he was quick to shift the blame to his friend.
"It wasn't. You made it up!" Tengil protested angrily and let go of the ladder.
The ladder wobbled and started to fall. The ladder, Corofel, bucket and the plank all crashed down over poor Tengil. Both lads screamed.
It had taken a few moments for Vanea to register exactly what was happening and who was involved, as she watched in that direction while her mind ticked through the preparations that were being made for dinner. As the ladder fell, she rushed forward, anger and concern warring within her. "Boys. . . Stop it, quiet!" She placed a hand on each, glancing from one to the other. "Are you alright? Are either of you hurt?"
"Ouww," Corofel said and lifted his hands to his heads. His fingers became wet. Something had hit his head when he fall and now his scalp bled. "I'm bleeding!"
"Aargh, my ankle!" Tengil howled and pulled his leg out from under Corofel.
She stripped off the half apron that covered her skirts and handed it to the first boy. "Hold this on your head." Then she knelt to inspect the second boy's ankle.
Corofel obediently pressed the cloth against his head. Tengil was now sobbing silently. This thing had really end up badly.
Vanea's eyes narrowed as she felt along the boy's ankle, noting a bump that definitely did not belong. She pulled the plank that the boys had been using toward her and slid it under the injured leg. "Keep you leg right there - don't move at all." She flagged a nearby drudge as she rose. "Send for a healer." Her glance went to Corofel, noting his identity as well as the blood on her apron. "Better make it Master Miranek, and hurry!" Wordlessly she took the apron from the boy's hand and looked at the cut beneath it before pressing a relatively clean portion of the cloth to the wound.
"I'm sorry, Tengil," Corofel said silently for his friend.
It didn't take long for the drudge to relay the message, and what had caused him to be needed. Miranek packed up a few essentials, and made his way to Vanea.
"What happened here?" he asked calmly.
"I'm not sure what the two of them were doing," Vanea told the healer, "but they appear to be paying for it now." She gestured toward the boy sitting on the floor. "His injury is probably the more serious though I've not quite stopped the bleeding of this one's wound."
"I see," and he did. "If you can keep a gentle pressure on the bleeding, that should help it to stop," he said to Vanea.
"As for you young man," he said addressing the other boy. "I'm betting this hurts, doesn't it?"
"Yes, sir. I want my mom," the boy sobbed.
Vanea turned to a boy close in age to the two injured ones, part of a crowd gathering around the activity. "You - get his mother. The rest of you, back to work. . . now!" She glared at the group before returning her attention to Corofel's head.
Corofel wished he could ask for his mother too, but his mother was dead.
He bit the insides of his mouth, he would not cry. Let Tengil weep, he was Lord Holder's Heir!
"I'm going need to put a splint on your ankle to keep it still, then take you to the infirmary to have it set properly. That means you are going to be off your feet for a little while, no more pranks."
A few drudges still lingered nearby. Vanea motioned to a woman she recognized from the laundry - definitely away from her duties to see the excitement . "Get the healer the materials he needs for a splint." Two men started away as she turned to look in their direction, but she called them by name. "Get a stretcher from the infirmary. You can carry the boy there."
She called to another woman, one who had just wandered into the corridor. "Get the Lord Holder. The boy's father should be here."
Corofel sighed. Of course they would call his dad. And he would be angry.
Last updated on the March 19th 2008