Healing What's Been Hurt (PLOT)

[Lady Smara]

Healing What’s Been Hurt

((The Infirmary is kept safe for the invalids/people incapable of defending themselves, the injured and any person who has a healer type of character. Please note you may also join this thread AFTER your character is done with their plot for the attack.))

((TAGS:: Ilue, Vaylee, R’gar, Prontin, Toyi, Emera. Open to others not designated elsewhere.))

Posting Order
-- Smara
-- HG
-- Ise
-- Marnark
-- Rizu
-- Yuu
-- Silver

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Mortiv wiped his hands on a clean towel after washing them in the warm water. “Now you have to be more mindful of where you are sliding off your dragon. Stay off the sprained ankle as much as you can and come back in a sevenday to see me.” He told the greenrider as he handed the man a cane to help him get around and still favor the offending appendage.

With the infirmary a little deeper within the lower caverns and no door directly to the Weyr Bowl besides the dragon’s entrance which was above ground level, it was no surprise to Mortiv that they did not hear the commotion of the Holdless Attack as it began – Instead it was the greenrider who opened his eyes wide with fear.

“We are under attack! The Holdless!” He shouted, making his way instantly to the door and forgetting the use of the cane just handed to him. Instantly everyone in the infirmary was in an uproar and a good number were ready to rush out of the Infirmary.

Catching the green Rider’s arm, Mortiv he stopped the man at the doorway and closed the doors before turning to the room calmly. “Listen up! Those of you who are Healers, right here is exactly where we are going to be needed, don’t even concider rushing off – anyone hurt is going to know that they need to make their way here. I need two people to make their way back to the stockroom in the back of the infirmary. I need another one to condense the injured here into one area and prepare extra beds and tables. If a person doesn’t need to be laying down, have them sitting and keep room available.”

Looking directly at the green rider in his hand, he narrowed his eyes. “And those of you who are here and are NOT healers – you’re here for a reason and that’s because you’re not up to par. Sit down and stay out of the way or make yourself useful helping make room for others. If you go outside right now you will only become a liability and distraction for those who are currently more capable to handle the situation.”

[HG]

The smallest full grown dragon in the Weyr landed smoothly on the large ledge leading to the Dragon Infirmary. A few minutes earlier the first warning had been given to the young dragon that the Holdless had begun their assault on the Weyr. Vaylee had dressed in a loose fitting pair of pants and a comfortable shirt. She was more concerned about what was about to happen then about what she was wearing, for once. Cupith too took on a more serious demeanor. The cheerful little green was almost sullen when she arrived at the Infirmary. Cupith helped her rider often in the infirmary and being so small, there was still plenty of room for the other dragons. Vaylee arrived before some of the others because she was anxious. She and Cupith had been waiting for what felt like forever for news on the approach of the Holdless.

Vaylee set about getting salves and bandages and other necessary things out for the future injuries. She was one of the few who knew about healing humans and dragons which was why she was not out with the others defending the Weyr. Although if they breached the infirmary, Ilue of the Dragon Shield would be there. She was a little uneasy about Amnixiel, the captive Holdless being left with the injured and the healers but who knew what she was capable of. They were holding her here with three riders and a Shielder so it was doubtful that the woman would try anything. Still it made her unhappy to think that something could go wrong having the woman there. Who would have time to watch her once the injured started coming in?

She walked from the dragon infirmary into the human through a small passage that connected the two. "Are you all set in here?" She asked the nearby healers. Vaylee would be more than happy to assist them if they needed anything set up. The real work would start later, when the fighting was ending. That was when they would get slammed. She dreaded to think of her sister and her friends out there fighting. She dreaded the thought that they might get worse than an injury that they might die. Brushing the thoughts out of her head she decided at the moment all she could do to help them was to work hard at making sure they were prepared.

Vaylee double checked the supplies of Redwort and Numbweed which seemed to be in abundant supply both in the Dragon Infirmary and the Human one. She then checked for clean linens. Seeing that this too was well stocked she went to boil some water. "I guess now all we can do is wait." She shuddered and walked away from the heat of the cauldron. "I hate waiting." Vaylee said suddenly. She wanted to know the outcome of events now and not later. Her family and friends were what was at stake here. She did not even spare a thought for herself or Cupith although for all they knew the Holdless would make the Infirmary a priority.

[Ise]

Mornings were always busy for the Headwoman. Breakfasts had to be started, meat cut for the new weyrlings, dishes washed, tables cleaned, prep work started for all the meals later in the day. And that was just in the kitchens. But Emera liked to start out her day there, even before the sun was up there was always a rider or two there and more often then not a member of the Dragon Shield. It gave her a chance to catch up on the current news in the Weyr.

This morning there was a blue rider and a small group of guards getting ready to start their day. Emera went to the kitchens first, making sure that things had gotten started and that there were no problems before she went back out and took a few minutes to chat with the guards and the rider. Their conversation came to a halt when the rider suddenly dropped his mug, the color drained from his face.
“The Weyr is under attack.”

The rider barely got the words out before he was running off. Emera frowned and sent Orlai a mental nudge to wake the gold fire lizard up. If the Weyr was under attack, she was going to need Orlai to help her out. She returned to the kitchens, informing everyone of what was going on. She started giving all the kitchen girls orders, any food that was already prepared would be brought down to the lower caverns to the safe rooms. Anyone with healer training would go to the infirmary to help out there. As soon as they were gone, Emera quickly made her way through the Weyr. It was early enough that most of her people were probably still sleeping, or at least still down in the lower caverns.

As soon as Orlai popped up, Emera sent the gold to work. The flitter was sent to go check on various areas inside and outside of the Weyr to make sure that everyone knew of the attack. Emera herself headed down to the caverns, first going to the crèche to help make sure the children were taken to a safe place. When she got there she was surprised to see that her grand niece was already there helping to see that everyone was moved out of there safely. Emera assisted as much as she could before one of the crèche women came and whispered to her. One boy was missing but Eira had gone to find him. The Headwoman would have preferred her niece to allow someone else to go find the boy but couldn’t blame Eira for doing it herself.

Upon reaching the safe room, another count of the children was done and Emera was informed that even more were missing now. Hearing the names of the missing kids only brought a scowl to Emera’s face. Of course. Hinuk and his little gang were all missing. She shouldn’t have been surprised by this, she should have ordered someone to guard that handful of children and not let any of them out of sight. But she had hoped that for once those children would be sensible and not run off. The crèche woman asked if they should send someone after the Brat Pack and Emera shook her head. Those kids would find a way to get themselves in the middle of something. Sending a handful of unarmed women would be foolish.

As soon as Orlai returned and reported to Emera, the Headwoman sent the gold out again, this time to find Kyrah and her gold Eve. Unhappy at being sent out again into the middle of all the fighting and danger, it took a little more ordering then normal to get Orlai out to deliver the message. One member of the Dragon Shield would be skilled enough to deal with any trouble Hinuk had his friends got into, and if Kyrah couldn’t take care of it herself, she would know who was close enough to deal with it.

With the young children take care of, Emera left and made her way to the infirmary. That was where she would be needed the most. She was thankful to see that so far the infirmary was fairly quiet. She saw Vaylee going back and forth between the dragon and human side of the infirmary getting things ready for when the real work was done. Others were doing the same as well; pushing beds closer together and getting more ready, water was being heated, and poultices were being made in preparation of all the wounds they would see later. It made Emera proud to watch them all take charge and stay as calm as they were.

[Marnark]

Apollath slid off his ledge and canted his wings, zooming toward the infirmary with speed. He landed quickly and dropped low to lessen the distance between R'gar's boots and the stone. As soon as the Northerner was off, the brown turned toward Cupith. Come with me, let's not clutter up space. He told her, before turning and taking off again, winging his way back to his weyr. Whether she followed him to his, or went back to her own, it would still free up space for wounded dragons and people in the infirmary. If they were needed to return, it was just a short flight away.

R'gar strode into the bustling infirmary, aware that the shit was hitting the fan ... and this was where it was all going to land. People were moving, and that was good. He didn't speak to anyone, instead moving to do what he could to help prepare the space for a massive influx of injured bodies. Bandages, numbweed, redwort, more bandages. Plenty of kettles of water on the hearth warming. Supplies scattered out through the entire area, so that people wouldn't have to travel far to get anything. There was a lot to do, to be sure!

At least they had plenty of able bodies to help do it. That was a blessing in the least.

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Toyi wasn't quite sure what was going on, at least not until Alyrath told her. It was one of those moments were being deaf really hindered her ability to function. Most of the time she got by well enough so that no one actually knew she was really deaf. Being able to read lips did wonders. But when everyone was running thither and yon yelling? There wasn't anything to read. All she could tell was that something was happening.

At the news of what was happening, the greenrider's stomach dropped out the bottom. "What should I do, Aly? What if they sneak up on me?" She asked, suddenly very aware of the handicap that she normally never noticed. Would she even survive the day??

You'll be fine. Go where there are people. Go where you can help. Do not go toward the fight. They will look after you, mine. The forest-dappled green answered, nudging Toyi's shoulder with her snout. The woman hugged the dragon's nose, before turning and dashing away.

Go where she could help, go to where there were people. Where were there people?

The infirmary is liable to need a lot of help. Alyrath suggested, stretching out on her belly on her ledge as she looked down at the fights going on below. It was a deceptively relaxed looking pose. From there she could very easily and quickly slide into the air if she had to. But also from here she could see all, and with her dragon's-eye view, she could help those down there. It would be difficult as those people were not Hers. But she would try.

Brushing the minds of the people down there, she sought for one she could easily talk to, one that would be open to warnings and suggestions viewed from on high. Like a guardian.

Toyi's long legs carried her swift and far as she bolted down passageway after passageway. Coming upon the infirmary, she caught the headwoman's arm. "Where can I help?" She asked, hoping that the woman would look at her when she answered.

[HG]

An odd sort of hush came over the Brats as they entered the infirmary. The place was nearly empty like a museum of sorts. There were only really healers bustling this way and that. When the first brat opened the door he was nearly shot at. Defense was important, lucky for him he was one of the shortest in the Pack so no harm done. After that they filed in quickly and watched to see what the adults would do.

Seirsha doubted it would stay quiet for long as she moved to sit at one of the examination tables. Indeed the others began chatting and talking with some of the Healers. She was trying not to focus on the fact that Hinuk, Thoran and Gibbon were not back yet. Instead she put her attention towards her head injury. The bleeding from her head had stopped but it still hurt. The blonde girl waited for what surely was to come. Emera would likely have a good long talk with them or should she call it a scolding.

Nothing to be done about it now though, she thought as momma cat jumped up and onto her lap. The tunnel cat knew something was wrong with Seirsha. “It is just my head, silly.” She said as she lifted her right hand to pet the cat. “Ouch.” Maybe it wasn’t just her head. Despite sitting down her light headedness was not any better. So she laid down on the table and closed her eyes. Sleep would be very nice. Momma cat who had moved to the girls belly when she went to lay down, came closer to the young girl’s face and began to lick it.

“I can’t sleep if you do that.” Annoyed that the cat was doing something like that to her when she needed a rest. It seemed the tunnel cat did not want her owner sleeping. “Oh fine. I’ll keep my eyes open but it feels better when they are closed.” Faranth she’d never had such a headache in her life.

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I take up less space than you do.The green said teasingly.Mine says I should go with you. Cupith walked back to the ledge and took off. Following the larger brown to a higher place in the Weyr. Be careful and stay out of sight if possible. I don’t want them to know where you are. The green made no comment but gently touched her life-mate’s mind.

Vaylee was in the dragon infirmary when she heard someone loose an arrow in the other room. Walking quickly she peered through the tunnel to see a bunch of brats come in. Oh dear, what had they gotten into. She walked into the room, to attend to some of the ones with more minor injuries. The woman did not like that they were attacking children and neither did she like thinking of her beautiful sister and brothers out there fighting.

What would happen if the infirmary was breached and all this children were in here. “Any of you who are not injured come with me to the dragon infirmary we can use your help.” Better to keep them busy than let them cause any more trouble. Surely Emera would appreciate that. Vaylee led the group of healthy young ones to the dragon infirmary.

“Now I’m going to split you into groups. I need two people to be lookouts. What you will do is stand near the ledge and let us know if you see an injured dragon coming.” She paused choosing two children and sending them off. “Now I need four of you to be in charge of…” The list went on until all of the children were either busy or being looked at by a Healer.

[♥Rizu-Chan♥]

The walk back had been... Something neither boy would ever want to repeat again. And something they desperately kept wishing it was simply a dream gone back, that they'd suddenly wake up in their bedfurs and everything would be back to normal. No holdless, no fighting, no blood...

The blond grunted as he adjusted the weight over his back, the much agile (and thus unable to carry his 2nd in command weight for long distances even if he wished to) darker boy up ahead pausing to turn back and look at Hinuk. He quickly caught up with Thoran once more, with a motion of his head making the other get a move on once more, before both kept on going through the dark and narrow secret passage. Thank Faranth there were no tunnelsnakes about -- Glow's Momma cat had definitely taken care of those vermins.

Finally they each reached the infirmary, Dash being the first as he raced inside before looking around wildly. His eyes landed on the nearest Healer before he clung to her, speaking a bit too fast. "Please, you gotta help her! You gotta save Spinner, yougotta!!!"

While his 3rd in command clinged to the older human being Hinuk somehow finally managed to haul his ass into the place, already sweating from the heat of the sands as well as the exertion to carry the extra weight on his back. He could feel the warm blood sticking into his back and cloathing, yet nothing of that really seemed to matter anymore. As he listened to Thoran's begging the boy could only bite his lower lips slightly, spotting an empty bed before moving over to it.

As gingerly as he could he settled the body of the girl down, his azure eyes catching sight of how limp her body was... and how quickly the color seemed to be draining away from her face. He oculd only bite his lower lip harder, the sting of teeth grinding into the flesh managing to keep him from just breaking down right there and then, before he moved over to Thoran.

"Thoran..."
"They'll save her, right? Of course they will, they're Healers! Spinner's gonna be fine in no time..."
"Thoran, come on..."
"You go, I'm going to wait until Spinner wakes up."
"Thoran, she's no--"
"I said I'm staying with Evelys, Hinuk."

A tug was given at Thoran's arm, before the darker boy snaked his arm out of his leader's grip. A firm stare was given back, and for a moment things tensed up between them, before finally Hinuk gave a sigh and moved away. His third in command was in denial, and right now he didn't had the strength (physically or emotionally) to deal with it.

Shrugging off any person trying to get a look at him (all covered in sand and blood that wasn't his) he finally moved away to a more secluded area of the infirmary, taking out his shirt and tossing it to some corner on the floor before he pressed his forehead against the cool walls of said corner, hoping in some faint way that it could help him somehow.

[Yuu Kanduet]

Bahari's small feet pounded the hard stone of the inner caverns. He had been outside doing laundry chores as punishment for skipping out on beating the carpets earlier in the day. If only his silver tongue worked on his parents as well as it worked on others, but they tended to be immune. Now he had no idea where his friends were, and he was terrified. There had been several attempts on his life already, and only his small, agile body had saved him from certain death. Several small cuts and bruises covered his face from where he had tripped and fallen down the stairs, and his right arm hung limply and at an odd angle. It hurt a lot, but the sound of his pursuers was enough to keep his little battered body going long after he wanted to stop and curl up into a ball so he could cry.

His fellow Brat Pack members called him silvertongue and mother hen. There was no mention of excessive bravery anywhere in there. Sure he was always the first to try and protect his friends, often taking the full blame for their stunts so that he could talk his way out of a punishment later, but his friends weren't here. He was shaking like a leaf with the force of his fear, and yet he pushed himself harder. He had to find the others. He could not rest until he knew they were safe. Bahari loved each and everyone of them after all.

Suddenly, Bahari was lifted quite bodily from his feet and tossed over the shoulder of a tall but foreign man. This caused Bahari to begin struggling tremendously in a desperate attempt to get loose. The long drop to the floor didn't even occur to the boy in his blind panic.

"Hey, hey kid. Stop! I'm a rider. You have to get to the infirmary okay. Do you know where that is? I'll hold off the Holdless. You get to safety."

Bahari remebered nodding at the question about the infirmary, but after that all he remembers is the world spinning as he fought off the urge to puke when his shoulder clipped the rider's leg as the man dropped him to the floor. The rider hadn't even waited to make sure Bahari had started moving, and for that the brat was thankful. He was too busy gasping and gripping the wall to move. Only when the first waves of nausea began to recede did Bahari start taking little unsure steps towards the infirmary. He knew he wasn't far. All he had to do was get there. Perhaps the others had been directed the same way.

With a little more confidence, Bahari managed to make it down the hall and into the rooms that made up the infirmary. The place was a whirlwind of motion and purpose, and Bahari's head began to swim again. The sight of his friends both made his heart soar and stop. They were here, but they were hurt. Bahari's thoughts began to get a little fuzzy as fatigue and pain washed away what little was left of his adrenaline, and the brat swayed heavily before seemingly collapsing in on himself. His arm was jostled and pain like lightning shot through him, but for some reason the sensation wasn't as bad as before. Shock had begun to block most of the pain, but it was also making him slow and unresponsive.

The last thought that ran through his head was that he couldn't see his friends anymore. He needed to see them.

[kirensilverfox]

Megdela had entered behind the boys having waited outside for them to join them cause she was worried. She knew they had followed behind but that the younger kids were a priority. Megdela of course didn't see them and started to walk back to backtrack to find them when she felt a hand on her arm preventing her from going back. Course sure enough a short time later the boys finally made it. She watched as they carried their freind inside. Megdela eyes teared up she knew that it didn't look good there was lots and lots of blood.

[Lady Smara]

Mortiv had moved toward the young blond haired child, Seirsha as he watched her climb onto an examination table. Watching as the feline climbed on top of her and began licking her face, Mortiv decided there were other things more important than the feline in the Infirmary, most importantly the fact that the young child should be sitting up, not laying down.

Reaching her side, he took her hand in his as he pulled her gently up, his free hand supporting her shoulder. “Careful, darling. We need you to stay sitting up. What happened to your head?” he asked, deftly turning her to face him even as he cupped her face in his large hands and studying her eyes to see how well they were focusing on things. “Hold your kitty, sweetheart. We don’t want her getting into the medicines or clean cloths.”

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The Infirmary door opened again, this time to find a pair of bare feet entering at chest height, followed by a pair of very pale and thin legs and a barely-covered-by-a-towel arse. Next to enter the door was the body of the Weyr Harper’s son, Filkos before the rest of the dark haired Prontin passed the doorframe, one hand gripping the towel close to her even as she attempted to steady herself thrown over her brother’s shoulder to keep from bumping her head off his own back.

“I can walk! I can walk!” She shouted, obviously upset and confused about what was happening.
“Not bloody well fast enough, shut up and stop kicking before you give everyone a show.” Filkos reprimanded back. He had scooped her up deftly from the bathing pools as soon as he heard the attack had begun – not bothering to grab her clothes and far more worried for the blind woman’s safety.

Dumping her onto one of the infirmary beds, the towel shifted as one side of it fell to show the right side of her long, pale body and it took her several moments to become orientated enough with which way was up and which way was down before she managed to find the corner and wrap it around herself again.

“Where am I now?” she demanded, though the scent of numbweed quickly told her the answer.

“The Infirmary. Stay here.” And with that Filkos was out the door again, going to double check the rest of the lower cavern rooms to make sure no Holdless had made it past the defenses at the doors.

[Marnark]

Apollath shifted off to one side, allowing Cupith to land next to him on his ledge. He watched over the Weyrbowl from there, draping one of his big wings over his smaller sister protectively. Ours will be safe in the Infirmary. he reassured her, even as his eyes whirled in upset and concerned colors bordering on anger as he watched the heyday that was going on below. So many people getting hurt and he couldn't do anything to stop it!

Inside the Infirmary, it was a busy mess. At first it was just preparations for the worst, but then people started actually showing up that needed attention. People wounded from the fighting but lucky enough to get away and get to where they could get help. As well as those who weren't hurt, but just as lost and confused as to where to be.

Wonderful. Clutter. R'gar grabbed a few by the shoulder and instructed them to do this or that. Keep them busy, keep them useful, and out of the way for the most part. Give them something to do besides worry and harass someone who didn't have time for the distraction.

He was by no means the most senior ranked Healer, and certainly not the Weyrhealer ... but he still moved with a confidence and assurance of knowing exactly where to be and what to do in any given circumstance. He had a mission, and he was going to get as much accomplished as was humanly possible.

R'gar had seen someone arrive that bore the hallmarks of having suffered a concussion. But before he could head that direction someone else had already started taking care of the girl. That seen to, he took a quick stock of the place to see where his own talents would be best put to use. The sight of what looked like a girl either dead on a bed or swiftly becoming that way got his attention fast. Quickly he moved to her side, past the lads that were milling back and forth there.

Her complexion was not good, she was far too pale. R'gar checked her neck and wrist at the same time for a pulse, aware that one or the other could conceal itself if she was only suffering from blood loss ... which by her garments was a problem. But he didn't find a pulse at all in either place, stemming the nearly non-existent flow was pointless now. R'gar heaved a sigh ... the first casualty to find its way to the Infirmary today, but probably not the last. Quickly, he snatched up a sheet to wrap her in before calling a couple lads over to move the body to an out of the way location to be seen to later. Right now the beds were needed for the living.

He was quickly distracted by the entrance of Prontin being carried like a sack over a shoulder, however. At first his heart nearly stopped at the thought that she had been injured or worse. But, after hearing the dialogue and witnessing the flailing deposit of her upon a bed, his fears were allayed. She seemed fine. Still, he made his way over to where she was sitting.

Why her current appearance would be so distracting was beyond him ... it wasn't like he hadn't completely disrobed her at least once in the past already. "Prontin?" He asked, snatching up yet another sheet as he approached her. Shaking it out of its folds, he wrapped that around her. A bit more decently it would clothe her than that paltry towel. "Are you alright?" It never hurt to check anyway.

Though something in him was screeching at him about how this was exactly why he shouldn't associate with her. She was a distraction, she interfered with his duties, and more. But that was shoved aside in the face that she'd been brought here, and someone had to check on her. Make sure she was okay, unharmed. Help her if she needed it. And if she didn't need it? All the better ... she would have to move of course, but it would certainly be best if she was unharmed, yes.

[HG]

The girl looked up at the Healer and acknowledged she had to move with a slight nod. Her body was tired but she was able to do what he asked. Her legs now dangling off of the exam table she wondered how she could even think of being treated. She should be dead not Evelys. His question took some time to sink in. The grief-stricken child was only just barely holding on to consciousness. She wanted to sleep and forget what had happened. Momma cat and the healer said she could not. Her mind was trying to block out the incident because it was horrific in such a way that it could affect her forever.

“We went to get the weapons we had stashed after being evacuated. It should have been easy, like stealing bubblies from the kitchen without getting caught, after all Holdless are not supposed to be intelligent or strong as we are. So we decided to attack one of them. We succeeded but he found more men and came back. We started throwing stones we had at them but some of them kept coming. Being one of the oldest I fought one of the big men along with, Evelys.” The tears had slowly begun to well up in her eyes as she spoke so that by the time she said the other girl’s name she was truly crying.

Seirsha knew the man wanted to know how she was hurt so she had to go on, “The man hit me with the sword but only a little. He could have hit much harder. Then I was flung backwards onto the Sands.” She had landed pretty hard but her tailbone was intact and not bothering her. She asked the healer then, “Am I going to die if I sleep?”

[♥Rizu-Chan♥]

While he might not have cared for Evelys in such the same matter as his third in command did Hinuk still had treasured the spunky female's personality and presence greatly. It was her the one that had slowly warmed him up to the fact that girls weren't as useless as he thought when little -- and while he wasn't about to go thinking of them as equals there was no denying thanks to her he was more open to the thought of female members in his pack, and he'd come to care for many of them deeply in a family like level.

Knowing his second in command wouldn't be there any more simply tore away at his heart -- and he couldn't find the strength to let the others see him in such a shaken up state. By then tears had started to form on the outline of his closed eyes, the young blond taking deep breaths as he tried to suppress it all and keep them to a few faint tears he promptly wiped away before returning back to his third in command's side.

Shard it, he was the group leader, he had to keep the strong front -- now more than ever. Evelys was gone (something his third in command still seemed reluctant to accept) and in such a manner that was sure to scar at least half of the youngest members of the group.

He didn't had time for mopping, he had other duties that came before. Silently he returned to stand next to Thoran, a hand placed on the other boy's quivering shoulder as he could hear the faint sniffling Dash was trying to keep from over-flooding him.

Finally, finally someone had come to check up on his dear Evelys, the dark skinned lad watching the older man with anticipation as he moved around, checking her for a pulse on her neck and on her wrist. Still, by the growing seriousness in the older man's face Hinuk already knew the answer, and no sooner he had started to cover Evelys up in a matter to pronounce her death Thoran had tensed up under Hinuk's grip in his shoulder. The blond besides him tensed up as well, half expecting his third in command to just snap at the man as he readied himself to tackle him down if needed, but he was soon surprised as Thoran merely seemed to open his mouth once as if to protest before promptly shutting it close once more.

His chocolate eyes lingered on the now white siluohette, watching others come and finally take her away and to some unknown dark corners to make room for the wounded that would come strutting through any time. A tentative step was given in the direction his Evelys had been carried off, before the warm grip on his shoulder made Dash look back and meet his leader's eyes. While not puffed out and as red as his probably were he could still see the great amount of pain and hurt in those azure pools, glistening from plenty of tears the lad refused to allow freedom. He gritted his teeth, hands curling into really tight fists, before finally he seemed to take a deep breath to calm down.

"Come on... We need to make sure the others are alright Dash."
"I know..."

Released he watched Hinuk turn around, heading in the direction Seitsha was currently being examined at, before his eyes registered the look of the slightly older boy. His back was irritated and bruised in some areas, due to either blows they had exchanged between themselves or the hard contact of boiling sands against the skin. But more shockingly was the trace of Evelys' blood that had seeped through his clothing and now lingered on his skin like a horrid reminder, clumps of bloodied sand stuck here or ther as well as ghastly adornments.

Here he had been losing it over his Evelys, and meanwhile had completely shirked his duties as Hinuk's right hand. With a low and exasperated sigh the boy moved over to a part with some fresh damp cloths that had been brought earlier, steaming slightly still from the warmth of the hot water they had been run through, before he grabbed one of them and followed behind his blond friend. Reaching Hinuk he slapped the towel onto the male's shoulders, earning a startled twitch from his leader before the boy turned to look back at him.

"Wipe yourself clean a bit before we go check on her... I don't think your current sight will calm her down."

Realizing that yes, even though he had removed his blood soaked shirt he was still very much colored in various shades of pink skin as well as dark orange and red splashes of dried blood, Hinuk gave Thoran a thankful smirk before he proceeded to use the towel his friend had brought over to cleanse himself as best he could. Finally he managed to take out most of the traces of blood, also thanks to Thoran's aide, though the lingering iron scent around him was another thing entirely.

Still, for now he had to suck it up -- they both had to endure it, really -- before he and Thoran moved closer to Seirsha, allowing space for the healer to examine her as they waited.

Hopefully that blow on her head wasn't anything serious.

[Lady Smara]

Mortiv had listened to her story as he picked up a piece of cloth, carefully cleaning the cut on her head and applying numbweed. Deft fingers had a cloth pressed upon it before wrapping it. It could have been left open to heal faster, but with her being a weyrbrat, it was a better idea to even wrap the small cuts to keep out infection. What he was more worried about was how hard her head had been jarred.

The healer knew other’s were coming in that needed to be attended to, so when the other weyrbrats joined the side of her bed, he took advantage of being able to keep them all occupied and out of the way as he continued to work. Hearing her question, he made a point of including the other weyrbrats in the conversation.

“We don’t know that yet, Seirsha. Head injuries are tricky things. But for right now, yes I do need you to stay awake, at least until I can come and check on you again. It is better to be safe than to take chances, now isn’t it sweetie? I think we’ve already learned that today, haven’t we?”

Eyes traveling from the little blond down to the other weyrbrats who had joined, Mortiv gave them a serious look. “Your mission now, children, is to make amends for not staying where you should have been. You can do that now, by helping Seirsha stay awake. Keep her talking. Keep her calm.”

Turning back to the little blond, he gave her a reassuring smile. “If you start to feel dizzy or anyone notices that you start to sound funny while you are talking, send one of the boys to get me.” Patting her shoulder, before giving the boys another stern look, he made to move to the next injury in the room before finding a child fainted at his feet.

Scooping up little Bahari, he moved to a nearby empty bed and held the child’s face a moment, feeling for a pulse under his chin. It was there and despite the boy’s unconsciousness it was deceptively strong. Fearful of a second head injury, Mortiv began checking the boy from top to bottom and was relieved to find that beyond a few cuts and bruises the worst of his injuries was a dislocated shoulder and a potentially fractured arm.

Mortiv wasted little time grabbing a jar of numbweed from a nearby table full of it. Tearing the boy’s sleeve to show the shoulder with little ceremony or thought, Mortiv was more worried about taking care of things quickly to move on. The room was already busy and it would only become more-so. He rubbed a generous amount over the shoulder, though it was more for after he woke the boy than during his next step. Placing a hand on either side of the small shoulder, he moved the shoulder back into socket. He had more practice with the rider’s shoulders, but on a smaller scale, it took less pressure but a little more guidance.

Finding it in socket, he moved the arm just to test it before picking the boy up and pulling a vial out of his pocket with a strong smelling herb in it. The herb was known for pulling people awake and out of unconsciousness and while there were times that it did fail at its task, the boy should have been young enough for it to do the trick. Pulling the cork off the vial, he waved it under the boy’s nose.

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Hearing the familiar voice within the whirlwind of noise that was the infirmary, Prontin instantly focused on it, thankful to have anything to focus in as the darkness that was her world seemed to erupt in commotion. She felt lost despite the familiar smells of the infirmary and its herbs and numbweed. There were other scents that were becoming stronger – most noticeably was the nauseating smell of blood that she picked up on keenly.

“R’gar?” she answered back as she felt a wide, thin material wrapped round her. Understanding that she should cover better, she adjusted the sheet and clung to that rather than the wet towel she had been holding.

“Yes, I am fine. I was washing… What’s going on?”

[HG]

The blonde brat listened intently as the Healer answered her question. She was concerned about death now that she knew how quickly things could happen. What if she died too? Was there something to go to after death? Did they just die like beasts and become part of the soil?

She was not sure how she felt about death. Generally unknown things excited her but this was another matter entirely. Ceasing to exist seemed a bit too final for her to get excited over it. Momma Cat rubbed her head against the girl’s hand. In answer her hand automatically moved to pet the cat on the head.

Her eyes were slightly wide when the healer had no real answer. Nodding at his first remark about learning to be safe rather than take risks she felt maybe they might take it slow for a while. Still she really did like the Firelizard Heist plan. Meeting Hinuk’s eyes she replied to the Healer, “I’ll make sure they do.” Seirsha said calmly and then looked to her two friends. She might live, she might die. Maybe living was worse than death, Seirsha thought as she turned in the direction which the Healer was headed. Leave it to Bahari to pass out. She shook her head slightly.

Once the healer was out of hearing range, “Hey, Hinuk, Thoran.” She was holding it together. “Some adventure huh?” Her eyes were too dry for tears which was better for her in this situation. She understood how much Thoran had loved Evelys. It was not a simple brotherly love but much deeper. She’d never really felt it for anyone but it made sense. The way Evelys told it they were going to be married someday.

Bleh! Seirsha would never be bothered with being a wife and it was hard to understand why Evelys would want to spend her life with a silly boy. Thoran hadn’t likely thought as far ahead in his life as Evelys had but girls had a tendency to dream about such things. Thinking about her best friend made her want to curl up in a ball and sleep even more. Her cat however had other ideas and sat down in her lap. “You think Bahari is okay?”

[Marnark]

Spotting a youngster over by the door, Toyi moved over and took Megdela by the shoulder. "Come this way." The youngster didn't appear hurt, more traumatized than anything else. There was really too much going on for Toyi to really understand what exactly was going on in any given location. Too much distraction to sort through. But ... children should stay together. Chances were good they might even know each other. Which would help with the shock. So she guided Megdela over to where the other children were ... at least the ones that were awake. "Stay together now. Don't wander off!" Toyi instructed, before leaving again to go find something else useful to do. Not that she was really anyone that was terribly useful. In normal circumstances she could pass off as a normal person easily enough. But in this chaos, being deaf was either a blessing or a curse. She couldn't tell which.

And she certainly was no healer.

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"Unless I miss my mark, the Weyr is under attack." R'gar answered, relieved to know that she was fine. Just plain old wet. "I'm sorry, but we need you to move. We have wounded coming in faster than we can handle them. Come with me?" He asked, taking her by an elbow to guide her off the bed and through the bustling infirmary to a chair that was mostly out of the way. Mostly because it was in one of the offices. She would be hard pressed to be either in the way or get hurt there. "Wait here. Stay safe." R'gar told her, hating that he had to leave her there unattended. It was a difficult thing. But there were other people about that needed his skills very badly. "I'll come back for you as soon as I can."

With that, he left the office again. Back into the fray of the gravely wounded and the people simply seeking a safe place to hide. Though why the Infirmary was considered a safe place to hide, he had no idea. The thing was on ground level, and to his mind was the most obvious place to find helpless people incapable of defending themselves. Apollath!! I need you to block the bowl entrance to the infirmary!! Only allow locals in! He decided, as he rushed to stop the bleeding on a recent arrival.

Grumbling about what good he could possibly do down there, Apollath roused himself from his ledge. Stay here, stay safe. he bid his sister, before dropping off his ledge and swooping toward the infirmary. Reaching the bowl entrance, he plopped his massive body right there on the ground, completely concealing the entrance and half the windows as well. Holdless would have to hack him to little pieces long after somehow managing to kill him before they would be getting in that way.

There was only one glitch in that theory; Apollath didn't want to die. But, neither did he like His being in danger. So he would stay. It would mean His would be safe from harm for a while longer. Not to mention everyone else too.