Maintaining Stock {Purnip/Open}

Tedaon sighed and looked at the boy as he seemingly attempted to struggle to his feet. He crouched for a moment and spoke to the child, informing him that Neras was going to watch him and, if he got to his feet, Neras had permission to eat him. The boy laughed a little, and Tedaon smiled his empty smile. He looked at the black firelizard as it settled near the boy and positioned himself crouching and staring, almost unblinkingly at the boy. Tedaon got back to his feet and stretched in a tired manner. He frowned as he thought he heard something behind him. He turned and spotted a girl looking thoroughly unimpressed with something. Or that's what he thought he saw anyway.

She looked pale and somewhat clammy, as though she was in a great deal of pain. Good analysis. Obviously if she was here she wasn't well. He walked over to her quickly and gestured to a seat with his left stump hoping she would sit before he wound up with an unconscious patient to add to the group he had currently. From what he could see, there was obviously some sort of a problem with her arm as she had it in a poorly made sling. He grabbed himself some cloths with which he could make a sling and took a seat across from where he had set a chair for the girl.
"So, what do we have here? A broken arm from the looks of it... Probably from running about the Weyr. Not from any attacks..." He muttered to himself quietly.

Whenever he had set Neras to some other task, he tended to talk to himself. He looked across at the black who was still staring intently at the boy, almost pawing at him every now and then. Tedaon looked across at the sweetroll that the Flitt had brought him. It was beginning to look rather tasty even though it was stale. He turned his attention back to his new patient.
"Take a seat and we'll get you all sorted out. Not to worry." He said to her.

Although there was lightness to his tone and he smiled there was always something hollow in his eyes and the words he spoke. It was something he tried to force out of himself, with smiles and joviality but his eyes often had a dead look to them, his whole face and body would smile but his eyes never did.

Tedaon stared at her blankly for a moment, as though unable to quite comprehend why she was climbing rocks or, perhaps, why she had been away from the Weyr for such a reason anyway. Back in the day they were barely allowed such freedom. Then again, he recalled a number of times when he and Cari had spent time alone outside of the Weyr and responsibilities. The memories were too painful for him to consider though and he pushed them aside, forcing a slight smile. It seemed as though there were only a few people who would do such a thing. She either had a runner or was a rider. He wasn't sure which but he somewhat assumed it was the latter. He sighed a little, closing his eyes for the briefest moment, forcing the creeping thoughts from his mind. With Neras paying attention to the boy, Tedaon wouldn't have been able to get his attention.

"Well, one can never get too much of that sun I suppose... Even if it means rock climbing... A little dangerous for my taste but to each his or her own." He spoke softly, almost trying to distract himself, "No matter, it's a broken arm then? Have you many bruises?"
The sling she had constructed was not precisely all that bad, it just needed a little bit of work done to it, such as tying it a little tighter. He decided, though, that it was better safe than sorry. He went to use his stump to hold her arm up as he attempted to remove the sling with his good hand.

He thought that she seemed a little wary of him. Who could blame her? This was the infirmary and, if one happened to be here then there was generally something wrong. As it happened, he found it a rather depressing place sometimes, but mostly Neras served to cheer up the whole ward. Especially when he took to flitting around the room in an animated fashion chattering happily to all those around him. The boy Neras was currently watching had taken to playing some sort of game with the creature, placing his hand out in front of the Firelizard and then withdrawing it quickly when the black attempted to paw at it. Neras, upon missing the hand, often chirruped in an elated fashion and jumped a little.

"Well... I guess all I can suggest for next time is not climbing the cliffs over rocks but I know that this won't serve to dissuade you much. Didn't for me most of the time." He responded lightly.
For some reason he was in a generally good mood today. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he was overtired, from spending a lot of time amongst the patients. They weren't too bad and although it had been depressing in the days following the attacks, most people had healed up nicely. Most others had deemed it unnecessary to even spend time in the infirmary. The fact that he had no critical patients was certainly something to be happy about.

Tedaon shook his head, with a slightly bemused smile on his face. He could tell that she was a little fearful, concerned even, about her injuries. It was somewhat good to see simply because it indicated she was at least aware that there was something wrong. However, on the flip side, it was distressing to see her so concerned about what he was doing with her arm. He would have to wrap a bandage around it probably. He removed the impromptu sling completely and began applying some numbweed salve. It would serve to take the pain away even if it did smell a little. He would give her some of the salve to take with her to apply later onto her other bruises and to merely alleviate the pain.

He laughed a little when she mentioned that she was probably the only one he'd had to bandage up for a reason such as this. He'd had older riders than her come to him for help. Shards, he'd had about three candidates come to him in one day convinced that they were dying when they had a mere splinter in their hand.
"Oh my dear, you are by far not the 'dimmest glow' I've ever had to bandage up. Try a couple of Weyrbrats who decided it would be fun to annoy one of the Whers by pulling its tail..." He grinned a little, the first almost real smile he'd had in ages.
It faded swiftly but it was still there. Something he had actually found truly amusing as opposed to merely laughing because he wanted to hide something else.

He took a bandage in his good hand then set about bandaging her arm, working one end of the bandage between his stump and her arm, holding it there. He took his other hand and began wrapping it around. He needed to ensure that her arm didn't move around too much thereby exacerbating her injuries. He'd then put her arm in a sling, of course, but it was important to splint her arm with the break she seemed to be carrying.

He glanced over at Neras simply to ensure that he wasn't about to do anything too stupid with the child he was sitting beside. Occasionally, Neras tried to nip the patients. Some were fine with it but others freaked out and tried to run away. With a fractured leg it was ill advised that the boy lying down get to his feet at all. Neras seemed to be rather confused by his child companion, as though unable to figure out where the hand kept disappearing to. Sometimes Neras could be very intelligent and, other times easily distracted. At the moment, if Tedaon had tried to get his attention he doubted he'd get given any time out of his firelizard's busy schedule.

"You'll be fine in just a few weeks or so. There's nothing to worry about. I've seen worse injuries..." He trailed off, looking at his stump but pushed the thoughts from his head...
He should have probably put a rod into her bandage to keep it still and splinted but he thought that this option was probably better for now. If he wrapped enough of the bandage around her arm then it should really stay still anyway...

(ooc: does Pern have plaster...? I didn't think so...)

Tedaon nodded a little as she responded to his story. It hadn't been too bad because at least the Handler had been around but it was still just about the dumbest thing he'd ever seen anyone do in his rather long life. So her agreement with him was certainly founded to say the least. He thought for a moment and then examined his handiwork. As it happened, at the moment, there was something bothering him about his work. He would need to put something there. This girl was a rider and was not about to give up all she was just for a broken arm. He wouldn't if it was the same thing. He hadn't. He shook his head a little. He would have to splint her arm, perhaps put something between two bandages.

"I'll have to ask you to come back just so I can check whether it's healed. Just ask after Tedaon if I'm not here although... I probably will be." He smiled a little.
Given that the only reason he might have been away from the Weyr was for Threadfall, he highly doubted he would be found anywhere else in the Weyr. More importantly, he barely left the infirmary. The work gave him a nice distraction. He could also often be seen eating in the infirmary only wandering out when there were hardly any patients to be cared for. At that thought he turned back to his current patient as she stated she would try to stay out of trouble.

He'd heard that one more than once, from about a dozen regulars in his humble little ward. In all honesty, he didn't mind them coming to him, what concerned him was when they came with gradually worsening injuries. There was only so much he could say to dissuade them. Especially when they were all just kids trying to have some fun. He, of course, remembered his own life and wasn't about to begrudge the young... Well... Not too much anyway.

She was speaking, about the freedom she received from being a rider. Too true, he understood that. Ever since he had impressed his Diasith he had been free to do whatever he wanted. He smiled a little crookedly and looked over to Diasith. But he saw Neras. Why did he see Neras? He was certain that Diasith had been there only a moment before. Perhaps his dear Diasith would return...
"Of course, when I impressed Diasith... It was the best day of my life. I didn't need to tiptoe around the Weyr anymore. I could go anywhere on Pern..." He replied smiling.
He held her arm up as he looked over to Neras attempting to send him a message to fetch a splint. Neras had been slowly creeping up towards the boy flicking his tongue out in a manner that Tedaon knew he must have been about to lick the child. He chirrupped happily and jumped into the air and into the stores. The fifteen year old flitter had come to know when Tedaon needed assistance.

Certainly, the creature enjoyed helping him... It was just whether or not he actually managed to bring back what he wanted or do what was asked of him. Thankfully, the firelizard brought back a thin but sturdy piece of wood for Tedaon to work into the splint.
"I'm just going to splint your arm so it doesn't move if you're flying with Raeterith..." He told her.
He made it a habit to tell his patients what he was doing so they wouldn't become too freaked out about anything being done to them. It was especially the case with the children who became concerned at the sight of just about anything.

{yeah, (: I think he'd probably splint it with something...}

Tedaon was only a little concerned when she turned paler and paler, seemingly after she had taken a look at her arm. He would have to do something about wrapping it up quicker before she passed out and he had another unconscious patient to worry about. He resolved to keep her talking though in the hopes that she would focus on what she was saying as opposed to the pain. In all honesty he was just thankful she had managed to get back to the Weyr in time before passing out. Of course, he doubted her dragon would have allowed any major harm to come to her. Something that always made it difficult for a rider. That a dragon would put themselves in dire harm in order to save their rider was something that always struck a chord with Tedaon.

"Many places, I was over in Telger before here..." He responded to her question, "I was a Holder initially but was searched. When I impressed Diasith, I travelled all over Pern if I could, taking just about any errand that might require a trip to a different Weyr. I imagine that you'll have plenty of time for that though."
He smiled encouragingly, trying to maintain her attention, keep her focused on what was happening. He didn't particularly like the thought of having a dragon rush into the infirmary to eat him up for not doing his job well enough. Not to mention the chaos that his other patients would be in if a Dragon decided to land on them.

Thankfully, he was almost certain that things wouldn't come to that. There was no need for that kind of behaviour. The injury wasn't fatal after all. Certainly, it could be problematic if not treated but more because of poor splinting. He inserted the rod into the bandage and began wrapping it up again, with one hand. It was always tough but each bandage was rolled so if held with the stump of his hand he could use his whole one to easily wrap it around.
"I imagine that you do a lot of adventuring yourself." He continued after a moment.

The splint would keep the break straight but it would still allow for her arm to move at the elbow and hopefully restrict some movement where it shouldn't be but he could hardly have a rider walking around with a completely straight arm. He would put it into a sling though. Considering what she was doing to wind up here he suspected he would need to keep an eye on her.
"Need to make sure the sling doesn't wind up dirty. Can't have that now... Bit too dangerous..." He muttered to himself, "Maybe Neras will follow her... He'd probably get distracted though and follow another girl entirely..."

It was a shame, Tedaon thought, that she was not yet permitted to leave the island. It was understandable, certainly, but being a young rider was always something that permitted freedom more so than when one reached his age. Certainly, he wasn't as old as some of the older riders but he certainly felt worn out when he thought of Diasith. The fact that she was hesitant to take her dragon out in stormy weather certainly raised his opinion of her. He held some respect for her, certainly, as a rider but he was also slow to respect some of the younger riders. There weren't many who he deemed cautious enough. Certainly she had harmed herself by being a little silly but she was definitely concerned about her dragon and that was heartening.

His attention was drawn back to her when she responded to his thoughts. They were thoughts weren't they? Or had he spoken them aloud. He frowned a little at the thought that she may be able to read his mind but almost laughed at the thought. There was no way that was possible. Well, at least Neras would be able to stay with him and continue to assist him in the Infirmary. He wasn't entirely sure whether Neras would be much help to him anyway. When the girl mentioned her dragon would care for her he smiled at the mutual concern seen between the two of them.

When she asked whether he would come down to the beach with her his smile faltered for a moment and all but froze. After a moment he continued to work on her arm, taking time to tie the sling one handed, a rather fiddly feat, and took longer than it would had he still had his other hand. It was a way he could distract himself from responding directly to her. He smiled again.
"Yes, of course Diasith and I would like that very much."

Neras began getting a little fidgety, tail flicking anxiously forward and back and looked away from the boy for a moment, eyes rolling in an alarming manner but he turned his attention back to the boy when the child petted him happily on the head. Neras licked the child's face and, when he tried to pull away, kept walking forwards eventually placing his front claws lightly on the boy's chest. He stopped after a moment, when the boy half sat up to get away from the little firelizard.

Tedaon smiled a little at the girl.
"I am certain I can make time for it. Things are settling down in the Infirmary after the attack..." He replied.
He tried to contact Diasith but it was difficult when the dragon was a little distracted. Besides, Diasith usually listened but rarely replied to him about too many things unless he felt it necessary. It would be nice to get out of the infirmary with his dragon to the beach.