That's not gone well [Boo]

Tedaon looked at the Weyrbrat before him with a slightly annoyed expression on his face. The boy had been in the infirmary at least twice over the past week and still thought there was something wrong with him. Tedaon had checked the boy over about three times and could find nothing and, what was more, when he asked the child what was wrong he couldn't even describe it saying that he felt some pain in his left big toe. Tedaon had come to the conclusion that the boy knew nothing and would only be pleased when Tedaon either made a fuss or placed a bandage on his foot. He was loathe to waste resources but his time was more important to him and a small bandage couldn't hurt.

"Alright, you've clearly got a sprained toe." He said, making something up, "I'm going to put this small bandage on it and it will make it feel better."
After a moment, the bandage was on the boy and he was right as rain skipping around the infirmary proclaiming that Tedaon was the best healer in the whole of Pern. Tedaon rolled his eyes and made a shooing gesture.
"Now get out."
The boy skipped happily away and Tedaon wandered into the stores to check them.

"Sure, just check the stores and make yourself worry about the stock. That sounds like a good idea." He muttered to himself.

After a moment he heard something from in the main area of the infirmary. It sounded like someone was calling for some help. He sighed and wandered into the room.
"Probably another candidate who has eaten too much at lunch and thinks they're about to explode."
He stopped speaking as he entered the room and saw a gentleman of about his age standing there with scraped knees and at least a half dozen other injuries.

"Hm. Well. He's not a candidate." He said quietly and then cleared his throat, "Take a seat and tell me what's happened."
He busied himself grabbing some cloths which could be used to clean the blood as well as another pile of bandages and a whole pile of different salves or mixtures containing Hissop. In all logic such a combination should serve to clear the bleeding, sterilise it and hopefully prevent any bruising. From the looks of how the male was standing, however, there were quite a few more injuries than were directly visible.

Tedaon maneuvered his way through the infirmary with skill making a small pile of things he would need in the crook of his left arm wrapping the stubby part around the pile. He looked back at the male and snorted a little at the grin that had appeared on his face. He wasn't sure but he thought the male was new to the Weyr... A little new anyway. He generally tried to stay in the Lower Caverns as much as he could and didn't really get out much. It was his way of dealing with everything. He walked over to the man and placed his pile on another chair. He set about stopping the bleeding quickly. Even though they were just scrapes they needed to be he couldn't leave that wound unclean otherwise he might have an infection on his hands. It didn't take too long to just put some hissop on the knees.

"Running around the Weyrbowl huh? Well, that was a good idea? So, you are obviously having some trouble breathing. It seems like bruising but even if it's a break looking after your arm should heal it." He muttered, more to himself than his patient.

He moved his right hand deftly and held the stump of his left against the uninjured shoulder. This was going to be a little tricky... But then he was the one who had taken this job in the first place. He always struggled with slings but generally he managed to figure it out eventually.
"I'll need you to lift your arm across to your other shoulder thanks." He said after a moment.

"So, you're new here? I haven't seen you before and given the actions that led to these injuries... I figure I would have seen you before now."
He was making small talk mainly to distract his patient from the pain he was feeling. He should have probably fixed the ribs first to ensure that he would still be able to breathe. At that moment Neras came chirruping into the infirmary. Strangely enough, the flit could be rather helpful sometimes.
"Neras, hold this."

The black moved to land on the patients shoulder and hold the bandage in place so Tedaon could more easily tie it in place with one hand. He was moving quickly as was required of a Healer.

Tedaon grunted a little with an annoyed expression on his face. He wasn't certain whether the male before him was a rider but he certainly hoped he wasn't... He pushed the thought from his mind and smiled faintly when Neras' helpfulness was brought to his attention. He looked at the little black with fondness, a fondness he generally reserved for dragonkind. He nodded.
"It's more that he's been around for so long... He's about 15 turns. More importantly, you should watch your face because he might try to lick it..." He trailed off for a moment, "He likes shoulders mainly."

He coughed quietly to clear his thoughts and sent stern feelings to the lizard as he began sniffing his patient's ear. The lizard recoiled slightly as Tedaon endeavored to tie the sling around the man's arm. Hopefully rest would assist in healing the ribs. There was not much he could do other than order some bed rest and offer a salve of numbweed. It was always tough tying a bandage with one hand but he managaed it eventually, and the fact that Neras was holding it in place made it easier. He pressed down on the shoulder with his arm and pulled with his fingers tying a knot after what had seemed like ages.

"You will not be able to do anything requiring too much movement for some time." He took a seat opposite his patient, "Your ribs are certainly a little worrying but they don't seem to have punctured your lungs. I'd like to keep you here for a while until I'm certain though."

Neras came hovering over to him and hopped onto his shoulder staring intently at face. He waved the lizard away a little and, with a squawk the black began fluttering around his head wings causing a faint breeze to ruffle his hair. He sighed slightly and smiled.

Tedaon stood back and examined his handiwork watching at the patient tested the range of movements in his arm. Tedaon was about to warn him that the sling should probably remain on when he simply shook his head a little. He assumed he would not have to do that. The man was an adult and, even if he didn't know what was best for healing... Well, there was nothing Tedaon could do to prevent that. He absently scratched the stump on his arm and then held it a little closer to him as J'en introduced himself. Tedaon stood there for a moment and forced a smile, one that never reached his eyes.

So, the man was a rider. An older one too. No doubt his dragon was nearly as old as his Diasith. He would have to find out from Diasith who the man's dragon was. He sent a message to his dragon, staring at the Firelizard. Neras continued to flutter around his head but Tedaon saw only Diasith. Suddenly the smile became slightly crazed as he nodded his greeting to the other rider.

"T'aon, of Black Diasith. Perhaps you've heard of us? He is one of the oldest blacks in the Weyr." He replied with some cheerfulness to his tone, attempting to demonstrate his casual air, "I was a candidatemaster at one point but I came back to healing because I figured that Dalibor needed a few more."

Neras sqwaked suddenly and flew high up towards the ceiling in shock as he seemed to realise what was going on. The emotions he seemed to broadcast, as such, were ones of confusion. However, every time such a thing occurred Neras overcame it resignation. He knew there was not a thing he could do to help his bonded except remain by his side no matter how much he wanted to go between to escape. His eyes moved wildly as he hovered around the two men in a fretful manner.

T'aon looked up at Diasith with near maniacal fondness and then turned back to J'en.
"Your dragon is not harmed?" He asked concernedly.
Throughout this whole exchange, the only emotion that seemed to be shown in his eyes were distance. Although his outward emotions, or those he attempted to demonstrate, were purely concerned or cheerful his eyes seemed dead.

Neras had, by now settled down a little more, although his eyes still darted about in a manner of slight apprehension. Neras was accustomed to being addressed as though he was a dragon but his reaction was often very much similar each time. He flitted down and handed on Tedaon's shoulder, wings still open in an agitated manner. Now that Tedaon was no longer attempting to speak with him he seemed calmer.

T'aon laughed in a slightly hysterical manner.
"Oh yes, Diasith here would think much the same." He replied jovially, gesturing to the firelizard, "Not to worry. We should have a drink. I'm certain there's some around here somewhere."
He turned around swiftly and began searching in the cupboards for some of his hidden Benden Wine. He often managed to grab some when it was around and hide it away for some of his patients but this seemed like a far better use for it. A drink with another rider! One about as old as himself. He was sick of some of the younger riders running around like they knew everything, like they were in some way superior to himself.

He found a couple of bottles after a short while and turned back to J'en. Diasith had still to tell him about the dragon although 'Nim', obviously short for something, seemed to be fine, according to the rider. He dropped back into the seat once again holding a bottle for himself and handing the other over to J'en.
"Here's to the dragons, hm?" He stated and held up the bottle as though making a toast.

T'aon placed the bottle between his legs and pulled the stopper out with his only hand. After the little toast, he took a great swig of the bottle and relaxed a little, now in his element with someone roughly his own age. How he missed the intelligent conversation in the Weyr... Even if he'd only met J'en because of his unfortunate mishap in the Weyr bowl. He could forgive him that small mistake, after all, he wasn't complaining to him about the fact that he was injured like the majority of people who walked into his humble little infirmary. He really needed to find out which candidates were supposed to be helping him anyway. As he took another large drink of the wine these thoughts left his mind.

All thoughts of the fact that he probably shouldn't be drinking left T'aon's mind entirely. If someone came in with an injury it hardly required him to be sober to fix.
"I don't know where I would if I hadn't impressed Diasith." He smiled.
Somewhere in his thoughts he realised that he probably wouldn't have been anywhere near where he was at the moment. He'd probably be in Healer Hall without his Diasith to help him.

He cleared his throat as he felt the wine taking slow effect on him. T'aon took only a short amount of wine to get drunk, especially when it was Benden Wine. He generally used the wine around the infirmary to dull the pain of patients so it wasn't exactly too bad that he had given the wine to J'en. It was medicinal. Definitely medicinal.

"I've gotta say, it is good to have someone older here. Usually I'm dealing with Weyrbrats or candidates who wouldn't know a wild wher from a watchwher." He spoke with some slight bitterness to his tone as he spoke but he forced a smile and, once again, it did not reach his eyes.

T'aon nodded the smile faltering for the briefest moment as he noticed the smile that had crossed J'en's face. He thought he knew that smile from somewhere. It happened when memories passed his own mind. Certainly, it seemed to be a smile that riders reserved for Flights. He got to his feet for a moment, searching for another bottle of wine already thinking that by the time the day was over he'd need a lot more wine than that in his hand to overcome the mounting emotions. Diasith jumped into the air as T'aon got to his feet. As his back was turned he dipped his head slightly and took several deep breaths, resting his head on a shelf.
"Yeah, you see my point, it's great talking to someone who's seen it all." He replied with a jovial tone.

He turned back to J'en the smile planted back on his face as he just about drank the remaining wine in his bottle. He laughed again, deciding to bring the attention back to J'en if he could.
"I've seen a smile like that before." He stated cheerfully, "Do you miss your old Weyr?"

Neras watched Tedaon, his bonded and nuzzled his face as he felt some of the emotions of affection through their bond. He wrapped his tail around Tedaon's neck and settled down more than he had been prior pulling in his wings in a resigned fashion. He drooped his head a little keeping himself calm although his tail was flicking back and forth every now and then.

T'aon smiled as he finished the remaining dregs of his first bottle of wine. He realised, belatedly, that the wine he had grabbed was not Benden... It was coming into the end of spring so the new harvest of Benden should have been ready in a few months. There was probably another bottle lying around somewhere but now that he had already returned to his seat he wasn't about to search for it. Besides, he should have probably saved them for a rainy day as it were. Perhaps the kitchen had some more and he could get some later. As long as he was using it medicinally they didn't really care. In actual fact, most of them didn't know what to say to Tedaon when he wandered around looking for wine. Generally, a rider or two would bring him some as a thank you for various deeds done.

"I know, I miss my brother in Telgar Weyr." He stopped for a moment, attempting to correct his slurred speech with some success so that when he spoke again, he actually sounded a little more sober, "And my family in some of the Holds... It's good though, you can just go between and see them right?"

As always, Tedaon was becoming a little more talkative as he drank and, what was more, he was becoming a little too apparent with his emotions. He shook his head for a moment and smiled again blinking a little. Neras licked his bonded's face causing Tedaon to jump a little but also for him to be brought back to where he was. He smiled again and laughed a little.
"But it's always good to go somewhere new and start over. New people to heal, huh? Places to explore." He chuckled as he spoke.

T'aon pushed Diasith away a little and petted his muzzle with the stump of his arm. It was more of a half hug rather than a pat but it seemed to make Diasith rather happy regardless because he chirruped happily and crooned relaxing a little. He didn't honestly know what would have happened if Diasith had really disappeared that day. As it happened, he was still uncertain even now why his brother had lied to him in the infirmary. No matter though, it had done him no harm as his Diasith was still around and no harm had been done. He smiled when J'en agreed with him and nodded a little.

"I've been here for about three years now." He replied dipping his head a little in a nod, "It took me a while to get used to things..."
He grinned and rubbed his eyes a little with his arm.
"Diasith and I just decided that we needed to get away from Telgar, get to know some of the other Dragons in Pern. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to stay a candidate master. Diasith had no complaints to that though."
He looked up at the black sitting on his shoulder with a fond smile.

"Neither do I really. I had come here to be a healer so that's what I'd be." He continued after a moment, "It does surprise me just how many people have to come here though. I suspect I'll be busy in the next Fall though if I'm not fighting Thread with Diasith."

T'aon laughed slight hints of hysteria still in the way he responded. It was true his craft was certainly in high demand. He himself was required for so many things as a rider. Reliving the moments of the past certainly served to nicely distract him from what was his reality. Talking about his past exploits removed much of what, in the back of his mind, he realised was his life. No point dwelling on what wasn't real though. His face seemed to become far more set in maintaining his smile. The next Fall would certainly show what his healing skills were made of. He would have to begin getting a lot more numbweed in stock, especially since it was the most common healing salve required for Thread scores.

"It will be tough... But isss what we've all trained for. I'll be needed here most though... How's the arm feel now? and the ribs?" He redirected a little back on J'en.
J'en didn't seem to be feeling all that bad, looking at him. It probably hadn't been all that bad at all but there was no need to leave him sitting there bleeding and aching simply because it wasn't too deadly. Any small wound could, after all, become rather fatal if left alone for too long. The arm and ribs would probably heal up nicely in about a week as they generally seemed to.

He was wondering whether he should take Diasith to meet Nim. It would be lovely for Diasith and Nim to meet one another. Diasith had been finding it a little tough to become closer to the other dragons. He was older than most of them so it would be good if he met some of the other older dragons. Well, of course, they always knew one another but Diasith really needed to meet those he would be fighting with. All of them needed to he supposed.

T'aon nodded a little, understanding entirely how dragons could be when their riders were injured. He also knew that Nim was undoubtedly concerned for J'en simply because that was the normal reaction each dragon had to their riders. He would hardly keep J'en in here longer than was necessary, he couldn't afford to upset the dragons. If something happened during Threadfall it was imperative that each dragon trusted him so he could treat them if need be. He wouldn't cause any problems between himself and Riders or their dragons. Diasith could probably set them straight but it was tough to tell whether or not other dragons would happily listen to a Black.

"'s all good. I understand completely. Just, make sure that if anything keeps aching you come back here. I don' think people will be happy if 're going between with injuries." He responded after a moment.
He had given up on keeping the slur out of his speech, or perhaps it was more that he no longer noticed it. He was certainly still able to think well enough, just when the thoughts went into words they tended to become less than useful in displaying exactly what he was thinking.

"I'll be right here, all the time. Diasith also if you ever needda chat."
He smiled again and drooped his head a little.
"Or I could introduce Diasith to Nim. That'd be good..."