Don't Hit Any More Walls

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 6th June 2013

Characters: Tavia, D'hol
Description: Punching rock is bad
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 1, day 8 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Vandor, Cyradis

Tavia

D'hol

Tavia was cleaning up the exam station from her last patient when she
heard grumbling coming through the front door. The apprentice healer
me who ever it was but the voices didn't sound too happy to her so she
finished her clean up and walked out to the front.

"Something I can help with," she said as she came through the curtains.

D'hol sat, holding his left hand carefully in his others. The bloody
knuckles had already begun to swell and there was a glimmering look of
angry frustration in his eyes, though his facial expression was flat.
"I hope so."

She saw the bloody knuckles and swelling first and concerned she
hurried over to the Wingleader. She didn't touch it at first but just
looked. His rather closed look told her he wasn't in the mood to
answer questions so she just said "Follow me," and led him into the
examination room.

He did and sat at the waiting table, holding his hand carefully. He
shouldn't have lost his temper and he sharding well shouldn't have
struck the wall. His jaw twitched. Damn that woman...

Once she'd close the curtains behind the rider she turned to examine
the hand without actually touching it. "Can you do this?" She made her
hand into a fist and opened it again.

D'hol stared at her. "If I could do that, I wouldn't be here."

She narrowed her eyes... some riders were so full of themselves they
couldn't see past the end of their noses. "And if I could read your
mind I wouldn't have to ask any questions."

"I'm going to have to manipulate it to see how bad the damage is," she
added in a kinder tone. "Would you like some fellis?"

"Point taken." D'hol's lips thinned and he held out his hand to her
for her to examine. "I'm sure the bones are broken." He took a slow
breath and shook his head stubbornly. "Save the fellis for someone who
really needs it."

"Mmhmm," she mused as she pulled delicately on each finger until she
heard the inevitable....

D'hol snarled out a vicious curse as she pulled on his little finger
and his face paled as he bit back another. He took a deep breath, set
his jaw and closed his eyes to still further cursing.

"Alright," she said softly ignoring his reaction and dipped the
fingers of one hand in redwort before putting one into numbweed to
slather on the side of his hand. It wouldn't reach the bone quickly
but over the next few minutes the intensity of the throbbing around
the injury would subside.

"There is some swelling and I'm going to have to splint it. You'll
need to keep it immobile, use cold compresses and elevate it for at
least a day." She washed her hands again in redwort to get rid of the
numbweed and reached for a small strip of wood with rounded ends. They
kept these for injuries like the one in front of her. She placed the
wood under the broken finger and back down the side of his palm and
began wrapping a thin stirip around his wrist then under his thumb to
encircle his palm several times. When she finally got far enough to
start up the finger she also included his next finger in the wrapping.

It wasn't hard to tell what happened but he was lucky Vandor wasn't
around. The doctor would have lit into him about punching rocks.
"Don't hit any more walls," she said.

He stayed remarkably silent during the whole procedure, his gaze fixed
on one point on a far wall. Though his jaw was tight, he showed no
other reaction to her actions; his breathing was deep and even. It was
clear that it was only through sheer determination and stubborn will
that he had been quiet. When she was done, he turned to look at her
and arched a brow. He wanted to shoot back that perhaps she should
speak to the Weyrwoman about being an impossible, irritating female,
but surprisingly bit his tongue to prevent it. "I'll have a sling to
keep it elevated then?" He turned his head to look down at his hand.
"I'll do my best to remember that."

Tavia reached to her side to retrieve the appropriate cloth for the
sling and after draping around his arm went behind him to tie it
around his neck. "Hows that," she said after adjusting it a little
just to make sure he was comfortable.

D'hol visibly relaxed a little and shifted his shoulder to test the
sling's fit. "Better. Thank you."

"You're welcome," she said as he visibly relaxed. "It's going to hurt
worse tomorrow than it does now. I'm sure you know that your body's
defenses dampen pain naturally at first." She turned to a small drawer
and pulled out a tiny vial. "Take this for later. It's fellis so just
put a couple of drops into your tea or another drink when you need."

He nodded slowly, taking the small vial. Most likely he'd need it;
he'd broken bones before and knew it would be swollen and achy
tomorrow. "Thank you, again."

She nodded with a smile. "Oh and if the finger begins to lose feeling
or becomes cold to the touch come back right away or have your
lifemate bespeak Sawauth and I'll come find you."

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