After the Flight (Glee,healer needed please,open)

Tedaon felt something wrong. Something was terribly wrong in the air... The Weyr was wrong and so was the sky. He looked upwards watching as a whole group of dragons flew overhead. It felt as though his heart was clenching in his chest for he recognised precisely what that was. Each dragon flew with such insistence, such speed and determination after one figure in the sky. Even from the ground he could see the faint colour of the dragon as she flew away from her suitors daring each one to fly just that little bit faster... Just that little further to reach her and then have a fate decided for them. His face broke out into a grimace for a moment and he slammed the stump of his arm into the wall behind him feeling as it scraped a little before turning away from the sight and heading back towards the Lower Caverns, leaving the Weyrbowl. Slowly, he planted a smile on his face and called for Diasith.

From nowhere Neras betweened to His and flitted around chattering away in a low hum. Calming. Talking. Neras knew he was needed and he always tried to help whenever he could. The fifteen year old Flitt had been around long enough to understand what was happening... He always arrived when called in a certain way. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he worked to help His he did not always get it right. He landed on Tedaon's head for a moment before settling lightly on his shoulders, licking Tedaon's face once or twice.

"Diasith... Why are you not chasing that pretty Green up there?" Tedaon asked the dragon, stroking the Black lightly.
He understood that Diasith found it difficult to chase any dragon other than Rirath. Certainly, he had not deemed it necessary to chase any dragon since arriving at the Weyr three years ago and there had been plenty of flights for him to attempt it. There was no stopping it though. Unbeknownst to Tedaon, his eyes had developed their deadened look, haunted and his eyes entirely gaunt with grief. The smile only served to distract anyone from his true feelings.

Neras' eyes rolled wildly for a moment, swirling a yellow colour as he flapped his wings nervously. He settled back down again when His' emotions seemed more in tact and nuzzled Tedaon's face lightly for just a moment trying desperately to be as helpful as he could.

They had reached the infirmary by now and Tedaon took a seat, staring into the distance with an entirely blank expression on his face. He sat like this for what seemed like ages and jumped a little when Diasith suddenly took flight. Someone was in the infirmary... Someone was making a sharding lot of noise. Did they not know people were resting!? How dare they. He stalked into the larger area of the infirmary to be greeted by an interesting sight... What looked like a half eaten dragon and several Firelizards. Diasith had always gotten on well with Firelizards, he was flying up high, circling the trio of draconic beings. Of course, it was Neras flying overhead not the deceased black dragon Tedaon convinced himself was still alive...

Tedaon sprung to work though, rushing out and grabbing all he would need to fix these injuries. He grabbed a huge pile of bandages and equipment for stitching. He passed a needle to what he assumed was the rider, a roll of suture and a cloth with which he could sterilise his hands.
"Wash your hands and then thread this for me and quickly." He said urgently, "Tell me what happened."

There was only so much he could do... He could not thread a needle himself... Not with his injury. This much he had come to slowly accept. If another healer had been there no doubt he would have passed the duty of stitching onto them. As it happened, he sterilised his own hands before oiling them up wincing a little as it connected with the scrapes.
"Do I have your permission to assist?" He asked both dragon and rider, realising at that moment that he had forgotten one of the most important steps when healing dragons or riders.

It looked as though the wings had been slashed to pieces. No doubt there was something seriously wrong and he thought he had some idea as to what had happened but thinking it himself would bring on thoughts he would rather not consider. It was not too bad but he would need to work swiftly regardless... The Blue could not afford Tedaon working too slowly... Leaving it too long and the wings would barely be able to hold him in the air for longer than a few minutes and who knew what would happen with Threadfall. It was fine though, he was here and he was able to start working on the wings very soon.

{ooc: hope you guys don't mind... I thought I'd jump in here with Tedaon seeing as how he's a healer...}

As soon as he had received permission he set about his work almost instantaneously. Although he was listening to what was being said he was most certainly concerned with the ichor dripping all across his infirmary. He took the needle from the rider with a nod of thanks and kept it carefully on hand while he did his best to clear away the ichor around the wings. His expression had already darkened a little from the realisation that it had been a Flight... If the Sharding Wherries didn't know how to keep their dragons under control then they were just hurting those they would need to Fly with during Threadfall. This he knew only too well and the pain in his chest seemed to grow ever more, the lump in his throat swelling. He fought it though by staring at Neras. Diasith. with intent for a short while before clearing his throat.

"Greetings to you Harlequinth and K'leb... I'm... Ah... Tedaon..." He mumbled off whilst mopping up as much ichor on the wings as he could.
He then set about applying the numbweed. It would have been no use with all the ichor on the wings. It was still flowing but clearing it away allowed him to see precisely the extent of the damage.
"Try your hardest not to move too much." He told the Blue kindly knowing how tough it was for a dragon to stay perfectly still.

He thought for a moment about the Flight.
"And, yes, I suspected as much. Some of the Greens around the Weyr can indeed be a little... Forward in which Dragons they would rather not have chase them." He replied quietly.
He'd heard so many stories about dragons being injured during Flights. He was so pleased when Diasith had been fine... He rubbed his face with the sleeve of his shirt and continued working. He'd be able to start stitches as soon as he had all the ichor cleaned and the wings completely numbed.