Weyrling Lesson 2: First-Aid

[Ise]

Z’ten glanced around at the rest of the Weyrlings. It seemed that only Eira was confident enough to risk answering the questions. The green weyrling thought for a moment before he tentivly raised his hand. He waited until U’ski gave him a nod of acknowledgement before speaking.
“Well uhh there’s pain if a wound gets infected. And if it starts to get bad, you’ll see like lines following the veins. There’s also swelling and heat from the wound, and it’ll fill up with pus and other gross stuff too. Right?”

U’ski was glad that someone had decided to try and answer and pointed to the young man. He nodded along, trying to help encourage him to keep going.
“Correct. If wounds become infected the area around them will become sore. It might also swell and turn a greenish color. As the infection spreads, you’ll be able to see faint trails of it through your dragon’s hide. If the infection lasts for too long, a dragons hide will turn gray and they’ll be lethargic. If your dragon becomes injured it’s important to check daily for any of these signs, infections can kill if they go too long without being treated, especially in young dragons.”

“Now, the last thing we’re going to go over can easily be avoided so long as you keep an eye on your dragons. They’re all going to say that you don’t need to worry about over feeding them. Every dragon says that. That doesn’t mean it’s true though, especially not while they’re growing.”
U’ski went over the dangers of overfeeding the dragons and the constipation that would follow. And the mess that would follow that. Put enough details into it and that kept most weyrlings from letting their dragons over eat, no one wanted to clean that kind of mess up after all.

With the dragon basics covered, the Weyrling Master went on to basic human first-aid. Disinfecting and covering wounds, making splints for breaks or sprains, concussion symptoms.
“We’re done for the day but if there are any of you who still are uncomfortable with this or interested in a more in-depth class on basic dragon or human first-aid, come talk to me and I’ll set up either a private lesson or a small class lesson. If there are no more questions, you’re all dismissed.”

[Na Qaiah]

T'mar sat up with a start. Shammy was stretching on his chest, her back end in the air while flexing her claws on his chest. Purring she added an insisinsist MEOW to go with it. Pushing her off his chest then roughing up her ears, T'mar stretched before sitting up. He could hear Pet snoring softly. Thinking he was waking early for a change he didn't hurry getting up. He figured Pet would wake him as he always did when it was time for classes or a bath.

Standing up slowly he stretched again as he pulled the leather thong off his long braid before shaking his hair free . Shaking his head he used his right hand to push the long strands out of his face. Looking over to his left to see if K'len was up yet, T'mar found his bed empty. Shrugging he looked over toward G'offs sleeping space and noticed he was also gone. A frown wrinkling his forehead, he took a much closer look around the barracks. It was totally empty of anything but themselves and sleeping tunnel cats.

T'mar looked again at his sleeping lifemate wondering what would have caused him to sleep when they should be summened for classes. How did he sleep through all the noise of the others getting ready to go. Suddenly concerned he looked closer at Petroth, was his color off, did his breathing different or labored? Was there something wrong with his hide?

Suddenly scared, T'mar rushed over to his lil blue lifemate and practly pouncing on the unaware sleeping form. PET ARE YOU ALRIGHT? T'mar shoubted as he grabbed at the sleeping blues head. Effectively scaring the dragonette awake, the little blue jumped straight up in the bugling his alarm as an extending wing sent T'mar flying onto the floor with a sickening crunching SPLAT as he hit the leg of his bed with his left arm.

He didn't feel it as much as heard it when he hit. T'mar didn't know if he had broken his arm, he didn't care. All he was worried about was Petroth. Scrambling to get off the floor, his right foot found the only piece of bedding that had slipped off the bed, effectively sending him sprawling face down in a heap that landed him on his injured left arm and smashing his nose in the floor.

Bleeding all over, he crawled over to Petroth's couch just as the dragonett was settling down from his scare. The little blue took one look at his and panicked I'VE KILLED YOU MINE!!! OH OH OH, HELP HELP HELP, I'VE KILLED MINE. WE ARE IN THE BARRACKS. HELP HELP HELP!!![/color] The panicking blue sent out across the weyr for everyone to hear.

T'mar made it to Petroth's couch and slumped against it, reaching up with his right hand, he patted the probing nose gently. You didn't kill me Pet, I fell, it is my fault. I was so worried about you, we slept in and will now miss class and its so important, today was healing dragon day.... he managed to say before he passed out where he sat leaning against Petroth's couch.

HELP HELP MINE IS DOWN.. HELP HELP!!! Pet sent out as he snuggled down on the floor nuzzling His trying to get the slumped form to get up.

((0cc: hope this helps with being ill and holding things up.))