Another Illness Victim (open)

[kayla]

Neory had woken herself up coughing throughout the night.

She had been forbidden from visiting Marisol, and while the Weyrwoman might be able to get past the boundaries, someone had been assigned to make sure that the young gold rider was not able to do so. Which had greatly upset the young woman. Marisol had been a mentor to her, and in the brief time she'd known her, she'd come to love her. And she'd been blocked at every attempt to visit her. And it hadn't mattered as the newest gold rider on Pern was sick.

She'd been moved to her own room when the sickness started spreading. Primarily so that she who rode one of the most rare dragons would be safe. Golds were too valuable to risk. And yet, she still woke up that morning coughing and weak as a newborn. She was aware enough to be bitter, but only barely.

Her fever was particularly bad, and her cough was not good either. The only thing that might assure a Healer was that Sheluth's color had not begun to fade yet.

It was Sheluth who contacted someone when Neory had barely managed to stay awake five minutes. She was out cold, and the young Gold was panicked. She contacted those she knew would help, M'ren's brown Thoth, her Mother, Neory's brother's Ortath (she did not know why K'dyn would help, but thought he might), and her Father. Mine is sick! Neory is sick. Please, help her! She will not wake up.

The panicking Gold keened, though it was not the helpless death keen.

[thedreamerlady]

Mine is sick! Neory is sick. Please, help her! She will not wake up.

Thoth had been about to swoop in for the kill on an innocent herdbeast, but the shrill tones of Telgars newest Goldrider knocked him off balance enough that he merely grazed the beast, before swinging himself up into the sky, trying to make sense of that. So, he contacted his Rider, and went back to eating. He was hungry, and their wasn't anything he could do for Sheluth.

Mine, the Gold's is sick. She wants you to come.

M'ren, who, for his part, had busted out of his(and how odd was it to think that this was his?) office, and had started running in the direction of the unhappy dragon, changing his direction only slightly after being informed that it was Neory. The Guards didn't challenge him, and it was only a minute later than he burst into Neory's room. The Gold's color was good(and that was the first thing he checked), but the girl was definitely sick. The question was, of course, what did she have, how bad was it, and who was going to calm Sheluth down?

"It's okay Sheluth, I'm going to look over Neory, and make sure that she is feeling alright. And if she is sick, than sleeping is the best thing she can do for herself, so you'll want to be nice and quiet so she gets the best sleep, right Sheluth?"

Speaking calmly, and moving quickly towards Neory, he checked her temperature, and noted her skin(warm and moist), her breathing(she had a cough, and her breathing was good, though at least she was breathing) but her pulse was fine.

Sick, but not dead.

He strode back to her door, where a guard was hesitating a few feet away. "Get me a healers kit, with as much for fevers as you can. Don't bring any Healers, they've all been exposed so much they'd be of no use. Got it?"

The young Guard nodded, and ran off. M'ren closed his eyes, sighed and moved back into the Weyr to make sure nothing happened.

[prissy]

"Sir, is there anything I can do?" Sh'tan asked he had seen Neory a little bit ago this was not good so he came in to help he would do all he could. She was a goldrider and if Xanuth's interest in her as a friend was any indication he would enjoy a flight perhaps one day. Sh'tan would become friends with Neory in the mean time and that meant helping her while he was able.

[thedreamerlady]

To say that M'ren was angry was a little bit of an understatement.

"Sh'tan what in the name of the first egg are you doing here?" The Weyrling Master stormed over to the door way, and glared out of it, wondering where the Weyr Guard was when he needed them.

"We are currently quarantined Brownrider, and I expect for you to move yourself back to where you belong. We'll discuss punishment when this is all over."

With the supreme confidence of a man who expects to be obeyed, M'ren turned away, and went back to cleaning the table off so that he would have a place to set up various medicines as well as food.

Training as a Healer had come to M'ren because his father didn't want him to be cheated by a Healer- same with everything else he'd been trained in. And Weyrling who were accident prone had taught him a great deal about injuries.

[prissy]

"Yes, sir I apologize I was merely hoping to help." With that said Sh'tan moved himself from the area. He was unsure why that had happened once he was away he called out to Xanuth, he was disappointed but that was nothing compared to how Neory probably felt.

{Xanuth, what did I do wrong?} He asked the dragon who merely gave a draconic shrug and then thought it over.

{Perhaps because the Goldrider is ill? You are not to be there.} Xanuth said as His came out to them.

{Thoth, why is Sh'tan-mine in trouble?} Xanuth asked the other Brown hoping that he could answer the question.

[kayla]

Neory was completely oblivious to what was going on around her. She had no clue who was there, or even if anyone was there. She just knew that she hurt and was cold. She could feel that Sheluth was upset, but she was too out of it to understand what it was that was upsetting her beautiful Gold.

She was also thirsty. She wanted water. And she said so. Or tried to. It came out as a groan instead and she writhed a little on her bed, trying to get comfortable and warm. Her eyes were closed for the time being, largely because she was too out of it to be concerned with the fact that she was in the dark and not seeing anything.

[thedreamerlady]

Goldrider's had the nicest weyrs- ones that had water piped too them. Hot and cold, and bathes even- it was nice. He wished he rated a weyr like that, but for right now, it was merely nice so that he didn't have to rush out to find Neory water.

Filling up the cup he'd found perched on her desk along with the food from the last meal passed out, M'ren brought the cool water back to the bed, smiling and speaking softly.

"Neory, I have some water for you to drink, and I want you to be careful, and I'm going to help you sit up, and then you can drink this water down like a good Queenrider." He sat next to her, helping her drink down most of the contents of the water. When that was done, he tucked her back into bed, and as he was finishing that, the guard from earlier came back carrying a small sack of medical supplies. Nodding to M'ren, and getting a nod in return, the man returned to her post.

M'ren went to work on creating something to ease Neory's fever.

Thoth had finished hunting, and had started to doze when he was contacted by Sh'tan's Xanuth. He pondered the younger Brown's question, rifled through his Rider's memories and responded slowly.

No one is allowed to leave their rooms unless instructed to do so. By investigating Sheluth's weyr, you disobeyed orders. This is why Mine will punish yours.

[prissy]

Xanuth did not understand he merely snorted and thought of a worthy reply he knew it was wrong that they be ordered to rooms. Since when did it matter, a rider had to help other riders there was no way around that it was the reason that they lived in a Weyr together. If they could not why were they ordered to be like this, the brown did not understand why and probably never would.

{Mine, was only doing as Yours is. Helping! Why is that wrong? Aside from orders!} The brown was indignant and was also feeling that way because of His. There was nothing wrong with helping why were they to be punished? When even the Weyrlingmaster was breaking orders.

[kayla]

The goldrider did not fully understand what was going on or what M'ren was saying, and she whimpered at first when M'ren made her sit up and held her up. She wanted to lay down. Her eyes opened, but everything was kind of blurry and she shut them tight again.

Then she felt the glass being pressed to her lips and water touching them as it was tilted and the whimpering stopped as she managed to open her lips and drink. Water, water was good. Water was nice. Water helped. She drank as much of it as he would let her, and when he laid her back down she was calmer, feeling a bit better.

In fact, she was feeling enough better that she went back to sleep.

[effluo]

Eisu tucked in the young boy, running her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair once more before turning to check on the next bed in the crowded ward. Feeling the patients head, she let out a sigh and tucked in this one’s blankets as well. Moving to the end of the bed she made a note on the hide there; a note becoming more and more common. It was not looking well.

A young man rushed in, making Eisu look up with worry. There was no guessing to why the man was here – someone else was sick. It was when he gave the name Neory that Eisu paused thoughtfully.

“Isn’t she…” But before she could continue her question the young man nodded affirmative. Neory was one of the queen riders. Handing the man a healers kit – one of many she had spent a few nights now preparing – she sent him off again. Watching him go, however, she frowned. No, if it was a queen rider they needed knowledgeable support. She had marked enough charts to know that death tolls were rising.

Within moments she had her own bag and permission from one of the other healers to visit the goldrider Neory. Coming up to the young woman’s weyr, she found herself face to face with a hesitant guard.

“Let me through sir. Look at my knots, to deny me entrance will be to deny the goldrider the care she needs.”

[thedreamerlady]

Orders, Thoth replied gratingly, keep our word from falling into chaos. In this case, you could be carrying the sickness, and it's possible that you would make Sheluth's sicker. Mine is trained in the Healing arts- is yours?

Thoth grumbled. Weyrlings were very silly- they should learn to relax, and doze when they had the chance.

M'ren watched as Neory fell asleep, and nodded to himself. At the sound of a commotion outside of Neory door, M'ren walked briskly forward, and hoped that the Weyrling had been smart enough to return to his room. Messing with a Weyr Guard was always a bad idea.

Swinging open the door, he was greeted with a female Healer. Blinking, M'ren pulled open the door and gestured inside.

"I've been making infusions for tea, but if you'd like to help, it'd be welcome."

[prissy]

{I understand about the Orders. How could Mine carry it without being ill himself?} Xanuth asked he was confused about the illness and how you could carry and not be ill. He also did not understand why one person could wander and others could not that was not right. Xanuth looked for the other Brown he could talk to him just not see him right now, he was none to happy.

{No but does that matter? As I said before he is only trying to help and the orders are ignorant, forcing Ours to stay in a room where they can not do anything is wrong and confusing!} Xanuth was only reflecting the thoughts of His, he also was coming up with his own thoughts.

[effluo]

“Yes.” Was the simple answer Eisu gave to the man who had opened the door. Since her arrival and the coming of the illness, the healer had not yet found the time to meet many of the Weyr residents and this man was a new face to her. The complex arrangements of his knots marked him a man of some rank, but being new to the weyr and not yet familiarized with the ranking system here she could not tell what status the man held.

“How is she doing?” She asked as she followed the man in. The healer stopped for a moment in the doorway to take in the surroundings of the weyr before continuing in – giving the gold dragon a wide birth.

Setting her bag down next to the table upon which the man had been preparing a tea, Eisu moved to the bed and rubbed her hands together lightly to warm them before feeling Neory’s forehead and cheeks lightly. The poor girl was burning up badly, it was a surprise she did not mention feeling sick sooner. It must have been a fast onset.

After instinctively double checking how well the girl was tucked in, she moved to the table and smiled at the sight of herbs being used. Eisu had a special place in her heart for plants and she recognized the primary ones instantly. A liden flower was present – very popular for many medical teas – as well as basil leaves and a few others. Opening her bag, she shuffled around a bit before she pulled out her own mortar and a small bag with an embroidery of a small tree upon it.

“This is very good sir, your using many popular herbs in the right way. I commend you. I would suggest adding some willow bark which I’ll crush for you. It has a pain reliever within it.” Pausing, she looked up curiously at the man. “You’ve had healer training before, haven’t you?”

[kayla]

Neory started thrashing, though she was still asleep - or seemed to be. She also began to mumble in her sleep, random words that did not fit together, but which might give those who heard her an idea that she was having some rather unpleasant fever dreams.

"No... green... must run... need togettoair... fight... between! mprl..." Yes, some of the words were not even actual words, more just random sounds though the tone was clear that whatever it was that she was saying, she was feeling rather distressed.

She somehow managed to get tangled up in the sheets and blankets, and was sweating rather profusely - a good sign, but one which did not make for a comfortable patient.

The young Gold was no longer keening, but her eyes whirred with distress as she did not take them off her Rider. Worried for her.

[effluo]

At the sound of the younger woman moving, Eisu turned to find the movements to be more violent than simple turning. Putting down her pestle, she stood up and moved forward quickly. Putting a light hand on the girls nearest arm, she placed the other upon her sweating brow and let out a gentle ‘shh’.

There was not much she could do to calm the girl as it was quite obvious she was having fever dreams. Waking patents from them was hard to do at times. It was the glance at the golden queen that made Eisu swallow.

“Its okay Neory.” She said softly, letting her much cooler hand brush the dampened hair from the girls face and resting gently upon the hot skin. “You don’t know me, but I’m here to help. You just have to trust in me. Shhh… It will be okay.”

Eisu hoped to sooth the girl, not wake her. It would be better to simply calm her back into the slumber she desperately needed. Looking at the uneasy dragon again, Eisu hoped even more that she could calm the young woman. She found herself feeling insecure around such a large beast. Within the infirmary she would have been more confident as she would not have been watched so closely.