Glimmer of Hope
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: Paula
Date Posted: 23rd November 2009
Characters: Sh'lua, Telemon
Description: When Telemon tends the patient, Sh'lua learns the extent of his son's injuries.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 6, day 3 of Turn 5
Sh'lua was reading a book aloud for C'lua. He had no idea if his son heard him, but at least it gave him something to do. Books weren't common sight in his hands, but he needed something to do. Telemon entered the room with an apprentice who was carrying supplies.
"I need to change C'lua's bandages. Do you want to leave?" the healer asked.
"I like to stay, if possible, master Telemon."
"It's fine with me, but the sight won't be pretty," Telemon replied.
He gave some instructions for the apprentice. He started his ministrations from the hands. Unwrapping the bandages, he started to clean the Scorings in C'lua's arms. Sh'lua watched curiously. The arms didn't look very bad, he had certainly seen worse, even on himself. It didn't take Telemon long to clean the injury and wrap it again to fresh dressings. Then he moved to the face. His movements were more cautious and gentle now. C'lua twitched even in his comatose state, when his injured face was exposed to the air. Sh'lua noticed that his son face was completely destroyed from chin upwards. No lips, no nose, no eyes. Mouth was slit in red mess of exposed flesh. The injury ended to ruler-straight line in his forehead. That was were the helmet's rim had been. He suddenly realized that he could see bone in cheeks and in where eye browns had been. His stomach turned and he had to turn his face away. He stared to the wall rest of the time Telemon tended C'lua.
"How can anyone survive that kind of injury?" Sh'lua asked with chocked voice.
"You would be amazed," Telemon replied. "Human body's recuperative powers are amazing. The injury to his face is severe but not necessary fatal. No, it's his breathing and lungs that worry me most."
"How can you breath in Thread to you lungs?" Sh'lua asked and scowled at the wall. "It doesn't make sense. If you inhaled Thread, wouldn't it eat away everything on it's way? The sinuses, throat, lung pipes?"
"I don't know," Telemon replied helplessly. "No one knows. No one knows for sure how Thread works. How fast it eats human flesh? Why it drowns in water? Any foreign substance in lungs will cause damage, like water, dust or ash." The healer had finished rinsing the injuries with redwort and started to cover them again. C'lua let out a groan from deep of his throat and his body tensed.
"Is he coming around?" Sh'lua asked hopefully.
"I hope not. Shock and pain call kill as well as the injury," Telemon said and wrinkled his eye browns into a frown. Although it was promising sign, he didn't want C'lua regain consciousness too early. "I'll bring him another dose of fellis soon," he said and gave the used bandages to the apprentice.
"He is moving and making sounds, isn't it a good thing?"
"Yes it is. Every hour and every day he stays with us, improve his odds of survival," Telemon said. "It's been two days, and he is still with us, which gives us hope he will live," he patted the bluerider's shoulder encouragingly. "He is young and strong, he can overcome this."
Sh'lua nodded and took comfort from the master healer's words. C'lua wouldn't be the same, but at least he would be alive. Meanwhile, he would continue his vigilance at his son's bedside.
Last updated on the November 30th 2009