Boo
Jr. Weyrwoman
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Shirath: THOSE aren't spirit fingers... THESE ARE SPIRIT FINGERS!!!
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Post by Boo on Apr 13, 2011 23:05:56 GMT -5
Tedaon nodded back to the other Journeyman in much the same manner and rolled his eyes a little as the other healer made something of a scene before leaving. He didn't particularly want to leave the injured boy in the main area of the infirmary but there truly was little sense in moving him. He decided that he would just have to observe the boy over the course of the next few days and, yes, replace the bandages which he now set about doing, padding each wound until completely covered over. By the time he was done, only a few minutes had passed and there seemed to be little blood in sight. He was, after all, a fast worker when it came to healing. He could never leave someone for longer than necessary.
"What are your names?" He asked the two in the room, candidates he was certain. He needed to find out so that he could follow this up if requested. As it happened, he didn't particularly want to find out what had happened but if it was requested of him then he would need to know who they were. So many people came through the infirmary that he couldn't possibly know who they all were. More importantly, he would need to check up on the patient before the next hatching. He was certain that there would be time but if he allowed the boy to stand with injuries then there would be serious repercussions. Ones he did not want to face. He looked over at the girl. She seemed more worked up than any of them.
It was troubling no doubt that the two candidates had seemed so aggressive towards one another... If they did not manage to avoid one another he would try to ensure that they were not assigned to duties with one another. He was not accustomed to dealing with conflict... Not in this manner and did not particularly want to face it again. It brought on too many thoughts that were best kept in the deep recesses of his mind.
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Sakoru
Drudge
THE FEARSOME FIERY BEAST
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Post by Sakoru on Apr 14, 2011 11:17:51 GMT -5
As before, Sagaral would have loved to hit the other male candidate - but this time, it was for referring to him like he wasn't even there. Anger made the wher candidate bristle; he clenched his already bloody hand into a fist and gritted his teeth, fighting the desire to lunge off the pallet and show Lokien that he wasn't to be ignored. It was probably the numbweed on his side that was keeping him in such high spirits; he certainly hadn't felt at all energetic when he could still feel his wounds. Now, however, the wher candidate's fist twitched repetitively, even as he watched the other candidate leave. Only when he was gone did Sagaral manage to unclench his fist, but he kept glowering at the door, expecting the jerk to come back.
Fury fading into mere annoyance, Sagaral leaned on his good arm and held the broken one a little away from his body so Tedaon could put the new bandages on. He wasn't going to stay lying down for that; for one thing it sounded like a pain in the ass for the healer, and for another he was already tired of being on the pallet unless it meant sleep. His own room would have been infinitely better - partly because there was nobody else in it.
Brooding over his irritation, the wher candidate looked up, startled, when he was asked for his name. He should have seen it coming, of course. This did not make it any more pleasant, considering that if the healer knew his name he could also possibly find out about what had occurred between him and D'ix. So, when asked, he paused a long moment before answering. "...Sagaral. I'm a wher candidate." That was another inevitable question, he guessed, so Sagaral just cut to the chase, and then looked over towards the girl. She definitely seemed flustered - maybe angry, but he couldn't tell.
Should he be sorry? Could he be honestly sorry for getting a laugh out of her constant blushing? Sagaral wasn't sure now. At the very least she'd been a mood lightener... but at her own expense. Then again, to apologize for grinning at her agitation would let her know that he wasn't just a warlike guy looking to fight anyone and everyone in his path. He had a reputation to consider! ..Sort of, anyway. Even so, if he was going to apologize, he'd do it later. At the moment, the wher candidate was just sick of company, and he settled back onto the pallet, resting his broken arm across his stomach and his uninjured one over his forehead. "...Can I sleep now?" he demanded suddenly, his voice testy. It was clear, though, that he was trying not to snap at the healer who had helped him - he didn't want to be one of those patients that nobody ever forgot because they were such a pain. He'd been cooperative, more or less. Now he wanted to be left alone, heal a little, and take off from the infirmary as soon as possible because, even if the two left in the room had helped him, Sagaral was sick of being around them.
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