Blood Instead of Ichor
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: Jane, Kastaka
Date Posted: 22nd April 2008
Characters: Vasha, Grehga
Description: Vasha gets a small injury checked out by Gregha
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 9, day 1 of Turn 4
"You'd better go to the healers to get that checked out, my dear."
Vasha always hated going to the infirmary as a patient. It wasn't as if she didn't know how to take care of a little cut on her hand. It was hardly going to get infected, with the amount of time she spent cleaning things with redwort, and she knew where the numbweed was kept, and although she only had blurry recollections of diagrams on the walls of the infirmary when she'd been carrying them supplies she was pretty sure it wasn't near anything important.
She was glad to see Grehga there, though, when she finally arrived.
She'd been meaning to make friends with the girl since she'd moved into the Candidate barracks, but they were both very busy what with their Crafts and their candidate classes, and there hadn't really been time.
"Hello Vasha," Grehga said, catching sight of the other candidate.
"Is that some horrible gory gash, severing half your hand?" she asked hopefully, nodding at the blood-stained cloth.
"Nah, I was just washing some scalpels and one of them got a bit over-enthusiastic," replied Vasha nonchalantly. "It's even cleaned itself out already, I don't know why Hannja sent me down here."
"Yeah. Those dragonhealers would usually kill to get their hands on a patient with blood instead of ichor," Grehga said. "Can I have a look? I'm allowed to, and then I have to get somebody if it's more than I can handle." For some reason it appeared that _everything_ was more than she could handle in the eyes of the senior apprentices and journeyfolk. Grehga thought differently but since people kept watching her wasn't given the chance to prove that she was right.
Vasha took the cloth away and displayed a neat incision, maybe a millimeter deep, on the side of her hand. It appeared to have given up on bleeding by now, and smelled faintly of redwort, but not of numbweed. "See, it's just a scratch," she said blithely, despite the obvious evidence that it was just slightly more than that.
"Ewww. Yes, somebody else will have to deal with that. Does it hurt?" she asked gleefully.
"It kind of stings a bit," admitted Vasha. "Everyone's first instinct was to slather it in numbweed, but Hannja said the healers might want to look at it while you could still see in, as it wasn't exactly spurting blood everywhere."
"Well, if it doesn't need numbweed then I won't put any on. Just wait there and I'll get one the senior apprentices." She grinned. "And he'll get a junior journeyman ... And the wound'll be healed by the time the master comes and looks at it and tells me to wash it out and send you on your way."
"You have fun with that," replied Vasha, looking around to make sure she wasn't standing right in the way of anything.
"I always do," Grehga said, disappearing though a door with a skip in her step.
Last updated on the May 1st 2008