[Isabel, Sahira, Wessae, etc.] -- Hatching Sands

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Date Posted: 12:01:50 05/29/05 Sun
Author: Marja; D'rai; Z'ni & Jesaketh
Subject: [Isabel, Sahira, Wessae, etc.]

((I'm sorry I took so very long to get back to you. I got attacked by school [my grades were HORRIBLE this year >_<] and a general lack of inspiration. El, I hope I haven't slowed anything down....))

As she waits for the fellis to take effect on Isabel, Marja prepares her equipment. The boiled needle and thread are wrapped in the same packet of paper, to protect them and keep the need for sterilization from delaying treatment. She moves quickly, needle flying as she stitches Isabel's wounds closed. Still, with these injuries, it's not a fast process, not if she wants to make sure it's done right. Sweat begins to bead on her forehead. "Wipe my forehead off," she orders Z'ni, knowing the danger of letting it get into her eyes or fall into the girl's wound, and thankfully he doesn't argue or ask why. Teeth gritted, her mind focused on Isabel's claw-marks and nothing else, the Healer is completely oblivious to the activity on the Sands as she ties off the last sutures. "There," she announces, sitting back and wincing a little as tense muscles protest the movement. The needle is wrapped in the cloth she'd been using to wipe her hands off, both to be either cleaned or discarded later depending on her judgement, and she reaches for a clean cloth and bandages. The lesser wounds on the girl's upper torso are quickly bandaged, and she wraps bandages loosely around her abdomen for the moment. A full dressing can wait a little while, while she takes care of Sahira. "Can you take her to the Lower Caverns and find her a room?" Marja asks Z'ni, tilting her head back to peer up at him. "I need to help her right now." She gestures at Sahira.

"Of course," Z'ni agrees, still not quite looking at Isabel. He's not a squeamish man, not exactly, but watching the Healer stitch her up had not done good things for his stomach. Kneeling next to the girl as Marja moves away, he slides his arms under her and hefts her with some effort. Getting her all the way to the Lower Caverns is going to be fun.... /Hey, Jesaketh!/

Launching herself from her perch above the Hatching Sands, Jesaketh lands nearby, a safe distance from the others. The green dragon bends her knee so that Z'ni can scramble on without using his hands, then lifts off with a powerful, energetic bound. Now Z'ni doesn't have to worry about dropping his unconscious burden on the way to the Lower Caverns.

Keeping one eye on the green dragon until she clears the exit, just to be sure of Isabel, Marja wipes her hands, grabs her bag, and hurries the short distance over to D'rai and Sahira. "Let me see your arm, girl," she requests, freeing it from D'rai's iron grip and carefully unwrapping the jacket. The Healer bites her lip, trying to decide whether this could be stitched, too, or should only be carefully bandaged, and only now really notices the other woman trying to help. "You know something about Healing?" she asks Wessae, belatedly injecting a respectful tone into her voice at the last minute as she realizes who she's addressing. She recognizes the Weyrwoman not because she'd ever been pointed out to Marja as such, but because she'd been hovering too closely over that gold dragon not to be Shrineth's rider.

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Replies:

~^~ -- Wessae, 20:35:22 05/31/05 Tue
- Run! -- Kuorisse, 21:50:33 06/01/05 Wed
  - >~< -- Marja; D'rai, 18:54:55 06/07/05 Tue