Consequence

Writers: Bree, Eimi, Yvonne
Date Posted: 15th December 2005

Characters: Harki, U'kaiah, Sarian
Description: Harki emerges battered from the sea, and U'kaiah and Sarian think she should see a healer
Location: Elsewhere on Pern
Date: month 8, day 21 of Turn 3
Notes: Comes after 'Gone Swimming'

Harki let herself drift relatively close to the shore before making a break for it and outracing the last wave - better to run and look like a total idiot than get knocked over and rolled around by the surf. Again. Her leg hurt and she had the sneaky suspicion that it wasn't just her face that was bleeding, and she tried not to limp when she finally got her feet underneath her. The expression on U'kaiah and Sarian's faces did not bode well. "What?!"

Sarian snorted. "You are _such_ an idiot, Harki. Were you _trying_ to kill yourself?"

"If I was _trying_ to kill myself, I wouldn't have done such a
half-assed job," Harki snapped. Cerillith settled back down on the ledge above the beach to keep an eye on her rider.

The blood from her wounds mixed with drops of salt water, making it impossible to tell just how bad the cuts were. While the women snapped at each other, U'kaiah walked back to the water's edge, dipping his shirt into the lapping waves to use as a rag. "Let's get you cleaned up a bit, Harki."

Harki looked down at herself, then quickly looked away. "It's just a few scratches. I hit a rock."

Sarian raised an eyebrow. "And another rock... and the six rocks in between. Shards, Harki. Were you aiming for them?"

"Why yes! I just _love_ to swim over rocks! Who needs skin, anyway?" Harki snapped. **Too bad you didn't dive in too - face first,**

"Enough, both of you." U'kaiah fixed his gaze on each greenrider in turn, holding his damp shirt against the cut on Harki's head.

"Ow! Shards, U'kaiah!" Harki flinched away from his touch - it stung! "I'm _fine_."

"You're covered in blood and sand, Harki. You don't look fine to me." The wingleader continued to dab away at the cut on her head. "Are you gonna just stand there, or are you gonna help me, Sarian? You _are_ the one with healer training after all."

Sarian rolled her eyes and stomped towards the two of them, grabbing U'kaiah's wrist and pulling his hand back. Her annoyed look faded though when she got a good look at the cut on Harki's head. "She needs to go to the infirmary. Head wounds always bleed a lot, but this is deep..."

"Woah! I _said_ I'm fine. I am not going to the Infirmary!" She'd be the laughingstock - a hypochondriac going to the Infirmary over a few scratches. "You're both acting like wherries."

"That may be, but this wherry outranks you," U'kaiah said with a
thumb in his chest. "You _are_ going to the infirmary."

Harki went pale - that wasn't fair, nor was it friendly. Nerves already raw from her experience beneath the waves made her react accordingly. "Don't you dare pull rank on me!"

The bronzerider loomed over the indignant greenrider. "Oh, I'm gonna pull rank on you, Harki, and if you don't like it I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you kicking and screaming into the infirmary like a little girl!"

Sarian snorted. "And he will, too. Stubborn ass. But he's right for once, Harki. You need to see a healer. One who knows what they're doing better than I do."

The greenrider took a step back and hid a wince when she put weight on her bad ankle. "I do _not_ need a healer. It's just a little blood!"

"Fine," U'kaiah shrugged. "I'll ask Kalamath to bespeak the watch dragon and ask him to rouse the Weyrhealer and find someone to bring him _here_ if you will go to the infirmary now. And I will advise him that you are acting like a sharding fool because of a serious knock to your brain. Would you prefer that, Harki?"

"I would _prefer_ it if you backed off." She turned her back and did her best not to limp as she fetched her towel. The thought of a healer scared her more than the sea did.

U'kaiah crossed his arms across his chest. "And I would prefer not to get your Wingleader, _D'wrayt_ involved, but if I have to request a healer, you can bet your sharding bloody hide that he'll know why his scorching wherry's ass of a wingrider couldn't get herself to the infirmary for treatment on her own. Now let's go."

The greenrider was silent. She crossed her arms and tried to ignore the persistent ache of her hip and ankle, or the sting of saltwater in the scrapes on her skin. A dribble of something wet trailed down her leg, and she felt herself glance involuntarily at it. It was stained pink.

}:Harki? Please see someone. I was so frightened for you,:{ Cerillith whispered in her thoughts.

"Fine," Harki snapped, directing her comment to U'kaiah. "But I'm not going for _you_."

Last updated on the December 15th 2005

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