In the Wrong Place
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Chelle, Heather
Date Posted: 24th January 2016
Characters: Benamil, Chupsin
Description: An injured Benamil is patched up by Chupsin.
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 3, day 15 of Turn 8
Benamil winced as he walked into the infirmary and sat down heavily, one arm wrapped around his midsection. Grimacing in pain, he looked around the place and called, "Hello?"
Chupsin walked in from his quarters. It was his night to pull the late shift but that didn't mean he was going to sit in the ward all night either. Tourniquet rode on his shoulder, eyes whirling a sleepy blue. The healer saw who it was, though, and sighed. "Benamil if you've eaten more bad porcine, I swear..."
"Not this time," Benamil managed a lift of his mouth at the memory. "Runner kicked, right in the side. Had to get a stupid apprentice out of the way, he was trying to work on an injured animal by himself."
"Well normally you're smarter than that so we'll blame this on the stupid apprentice." Chupsin walked forward and gestured for the man to come closer. "Let me make sure you haven't broken any ribs before I ask you to sit and then I'll give you some fellis as long as it won't harm your breathing." Hopefully it hadn't because if a rib had broken and punctured the lung, Chupsin was going to have to wake up help.
Benamil nodded and gingerly lifted his right arm so that the healer could inspect his side. The absence of the stability and pressure that his arm gave his side made the pain triple and sweat bead on the beastcrafter's forehead.
Chupsin tried to be as gentle as possible but there was likely going to be a lot of pain anyhow. The healer was quick though. When he was done, he let Benamil put his arm down. "You're in luck. I don't think you've broken anything. However...you've likely cracked a few ribs judging by the pain and the bruising. I'm going to numbweed this and give you some fellis before taping you up." Sighing, the healer moved to grab what he needed. "You'll have to rest for awhile though. Then light duty. Probably two months, at least."
"Two months?" Benamil groaned, trying to imagine what he would do to occupy himself for that long. The son of Benaroy enjoyed physical labor, and there wasn't much by way of light duty he could do working with the animals, other than hand out sugar cubes to the runners he supposed. "I'll go stir crazy."
"You can measure out the medicines for the animals. You can update the breeding records. And there's always my favorite-yell at apprentices all day long." Chupsin shrugged. The truth was, for a long while, Benamil was going to be in too much pain to do much of anything. It would lessen as time went on and he would give him what he could to manage it but that was the way of things. "You have to let them heal. Or you'll be in pain longer and have more problems." He didn't want to pull the healer's orders card but he would if he had to. "You could help one of your brothers for a bit."
Benamil grinned despite his pain. "Yelling at apprentices, huh? I think I could handle that, as long as it doesn't require deep breaths." He knew what his siblings would say, they would say this break from his craft could give him ample time to look for a wife. **I can just hear Nimroy now...**
Recording a few short notations on Benamil's record, Chupsin then began to rub numbweed on the man. The healer worked quickly, not wanting to touch him any longer than he needed to since it was painful on the inside. Finished, he washed his hands in redwort before starting in on the tape. "Hold as still as you can."
The son of Benaroy inhaled sharply between his clinched teeth as his side was tightly wrapped. He'd never had injured ribs before but he knew that the taping was suppose to make it easier for him to breathe and rest, if he could endure the discomfort of having the tape put on. "I would rather have broken an arm or something." At least that healed relatively quickly and cleanly.
"I would much rather you had too. It would have healed faster and less discomfort. Plus, a cast means it's harder to re-break." Chupsin made a noise of agreement before he continued to work, stepping back when he was finished. "Breathe and tell me if it's too tight. We'll have to redo this every so often of course."
Benamil inhaled tentatively, finding that the restrictive tape made breathing easier than it had been when he first walked into the infirmary. "Yes, I think that will do. Thanks, Chupsin."
"You're welcome. And stay away from the runner's arse next time, apprentice or not. The young lad probably deserved a kick for all this." Shaking his head, he never understood the instinct to self sacrifice. He didn't really have it in him much. The one time he'd gotten close-nothing had worked out. Grabbing a small bottle of fellis, he judiciously slipped it into the man's hand. That followed with a small sack of willowbark. "Slip the fellis into the wine-three drops at a time till you sleep. Brew the willowbark when you need a painkiller during the day. There are individual sachets measured out inside."
The beastcrafter clenched the medicines in his hands gratefully. "Thank you, really." He hobbled from the infirmary intent on going straight to his quarters and taking the fellis right away so he could sleep.
Last updated on the January 27th 2016