Use Straps!

Writers: Eimi, Paula
Date Posted: 23rd January 2009

Characters: T'mahl, Telemon, S'ras
Description: Telemon helps a weyrling who has had an accident
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 4 of Turn 5

"I don't know how many times I stress to those weyrlings the need to
wear the safety straps, even during drills," the Weyrlingmaster sighed,
reaching up to rub at his forehead. "So how bad is it?"

"He is still unconsious so it's hard to say, but the skull bone is
intact. So, it's just concussion. But I have to keep him here few days
under observation. There's is risk that he's bleeding inside his
brain," Telemon replied, consulting the chart.

"Shards," the Weyrlingmaster whispered softly. "When I saw him reach
for that bag and fall I knew it would not be good."

"He's young and they usually recover quickly," Telemon tried to
reassure the weyrlingsmaster, but in truth he was bit worried himself.
Head injuries were always tricky and they have no way to _see_ what
was happening inside the skull. His mind went thru the options:
swelling of the brain, bruising, internal bleeding.

"I should inform his family. I'm sure we can arrange to have them
brought here." What a shock it would be for them, he was sure. The boy
was only into his second month of training. They were probably not even
thinking there would be anything to worry about in their son's training
until he approached going /between/.

"Accidents can happen anytime. Although the straps would have
prevented this one," Telemon said.

"The toss was under-thrown, S'ras reached for it, and then he just
disappeared behind his dragon and I knew it was not going to be good."
Not the way the boy and reached headlong for a sack he should have just
considered a miss. "And the poor weyrling that threw it. He feels
terrible."

"Well, it's not his fault, but I understand why he feels guilty,"
Telemon said.

As did the Weyrlingmaster, though he was a little more to blame. Every
one of them was his responsibility. "Is he conscious?"

Telemon checked the patient. "Stirring up," he remarked. He dimmed the
light a bit, so it wouldn't hurt his eyes when he came around.

T'mahl moved around to the other side of the bed. "Is it all right if I
sit with him for a while?"

"Of course it is. Just don't scold him untill he's better," Telemon
replied, his attention in the boy. He moved, groaned and mumbled
something. He tried to get a look at his pupils but the boy slapped
his hand away. Well, that was certainly a good sign.

"S'ras, let the healer do his work," the Weyrlingmaster said firmly,
laying a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. "You took a nasty fall and
he needs to make sure you're all right."

Telemon nodded his thank's to the Weyrlingmaster. "Pupils react
normally and they are symmetrical," he murmured. The lad complained
that his head hurt. "I'll give you something for the pain soon. I need
to check you first,
if you have something more serious than concussion," the master healer
explained. "Now, how many fingers?"

"Three," the boy croaked.

Telemon asked few more questions, like his lifemate's name and tested
reflecses. "Looks promising, he's cohorent and has no memory loss. I
give him fellis that will put him back to sleep."

"No, I can't sleep again. Leseath doesn't want me to sleep any more,"
S'ras groaned, resisting the cup.

"She just had a scare, as we all did. Uluruth will explain to her that
this is a good sleep now. Don't worry about your green, she will be
well taken care of. Now take the drink, son. That's an order." Albeit
a gentle one.

"Tell her that sleep will make you heal faster," Telemon suggested.
Well, that was something he had to get used to...not just the patients
but their dragons had to be taken in consideration.

S'ras nodded as he conveyed the message to the healer. T'mahl also
silently conveyed to his own bronze how important it was to keep the
little green calm, though he knew it wasn't even necessary to remind
him. They were vetrans now. "I'll take that drink now, sir," the
patient said at last.

"Drink it slowly," Telemon cautioned when he offered the cup. "You'll
feel drowsy soon and drift to sleep."

The greenrider did what he was told with the encouragement of the
Weyrlingmaster. T'mahl waited by the boy's side, cup in hand until he
drifted off to sleep. The bronzerider let out a long sigh. "So... Is
he out for the night?"

"Yes, he is. Don't worry, I believe he's out of danger now," Telemon
said.

"You think there is no permanent damage?" the Werylingmaster asked
hopefully.

"Based on his reactions, I would say so. Of course, we still have to
wait few days to know for sure," Telemon replied and smiled.

"We're really lucky with this one, aren't we," the Weyrlingmaster said
as he raked his fingers through his hair.

"Yes, we were. It helps that his dragon is still small sized and not
full grown," Telemon replied sombrely.

"And I can't thank you enough for the quick work you and your team did,"
T'mahl said, reaching out his hand to shake the healers. "We are lucky
to have you."

"You're welcome," Telemon smiled. Moments like this make him happy to
be a healer.

Last updated on the January 24th 2009

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