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27.Oct.18, 02:16 AM
Misharan had spent the past… how long? Several hours, at least. Fuck if he knew, but he’d been hovering around the designated Healer area for a long damn time in a bit of a daze. There’d been a lot of fussing, and Misharan now had some very professional looking bandages around his chest and shoulder. The whole area was also pretty numb, because the Healers had not been stingy with the numbweed with any of the injured Candidates. Also Misha was pretty sure he needed a new Candidate robe, because the gold had torn it with her claws and than one of the Healers had torn more of it off to keep his wounds clear and make them easier to bandage. He thought he’d made a smart-ass comment about it but he couldn’t really remember. There may have been fellis or something in some of the water he’d been given, which would explain some of how dazed he was. Or maybe it was just the blood loss; Misha wasn’t a Healer, he didn’t know.
Thankfully, it didn’t seem like his injuries were too serious, since the Healers were mostly leaving him to his own devices. Someone had said something about redoing the bandages before he was allowed to leave, which was fine. Meant he didn’t have to figure out how to do it himself. But he didn’t really have anything to do other than stand around and try to ignore everything that had happened, so Misharan had just wandered around waiting for someone to tell him he could go pass out, hopefully in a bed. The Hatching was over, wasn’t it? That meant it was time to sleep.
By some miracle Misharan had enough awareness of the world to hear Mylorah saying his name (well, nickname, same difference) to turn towards her as she rushed forward to hug him. He smiled softly at her, giving a tired laugh as she tried to find the best way to hug him. Honestly, he probably wouldn’t be getting pain-free hugs for a while, which sucked, but Mylo tried. Did pretty well too, had an arm low around his hip on the injured side, which just about avoided all the bandaging. Misha wrapped his arms around her, and when Kordiavis joined the hug he moved one of his arms to hold onto Kordi too. He took a moment to just press his face into Mylorah’s hair and relax into both of his friends being safe and there and wow, they were worried about him, that was a nice feeling. Kordiavis’ comment had Misharan leaning back from the side of Mylorah’s head to smirk at Kordi.
“Damn,” he said, voice tired but still snarky as usual, “should’ve told me that earlier. Saved us all a lot of trouble.” And he laughed, tightening his grip on the two of them, pulling them as close as he could, not at all caring if it hurt or disturbed the bandages. The Healers were gonna redo them soon anyway, so it was fine. “How’re you doing, Mylo?” Misharan asked seriously, pressing his cheek against hers. She was right in the middle of it all too, and he hadn’t seen her get hurt, but that didn’t mean she was okay by any means. Same with Kordiavis; he hadn’t gotten clawed up, and had been safely away from angry dragonets, but that didn’t mean he was unharmed. “How ‘bout you, Kordi?” Misha asked, tilting his head away from Mylorah's to gently rest against Kordiavis’. Sure, he was the one who’d gotten mauled by a dragon but he was more worried about his friends’ well being than his own.
Thankfully, it didn’t seem like his injuries were too serious, since the Healers were mostly leaving him to his own devices. Someone had said something about redoing the bandages before he was allowed to leave, which was fine. Meant he didn’t have to figure out how to do it himself. But he didn’t really have anything to do other than stand around and try to ignore everything that had happened, so Misharan had just wandered around waiting for someone to tell him he could go pass out, hopefully in a bed. The Hatching was over, wasn’t it? That meant it was time to sleep.
By some miracle Misharan had enough awareness of the world to hear Mylorah saying his name (well, nickname, same difference) to turn towards her as she rushed forward to hug him. He smiled softly at her, giving a tired laugh as she tried to find the best way to hug him. Honestly, he probably wouldn’t be getting pain-free hugs for a while, which sucked, but Mylo tried. Did pretty well too, had an arm low around his hip on the injured side, which just about avoided all the bandaging. Misha wrapped his arms around her, and when Kordiavis joined the hug he moved one of his arms to hold onto Kordi too. He took a moment to just press his face into Mylorah’s hair and relax into both of his friends being safe and there and wow, they were worried about him, that was a nice feeling. Kordiavis’ comment had Misharan leaning back from the side of Mylorah’s head to smirk at Kordi.
“Damn,” he said, voice tired but still snarky as usual, “should’ve told me that earlier. Saved us all a lot of trouble.” And he laughed, tightening his grip on the two of them, pulling them as close as he could, not at all caring if it hurt or disturbed the bandages. The Healers were gonna redo them soon anyway, so it was fine. “How’re you doing, Mylo?” Misharan asked seriously, pressing his cheek against hers. She was right in the middle of it all too, and he hadn’t seen her get hurt, but that didn’t mean she was okay by any means. Same with Kordiavis; he hadn’t gotten clawed up, and had been safely away from angry dragonets, but that didn’t mean he was unharmed. “How ‘bout you, Kordi?” Misha asked, tilting his head away from Mylorah's to gently rest against Kordiavis’. Sure, he was the one who’d gotten mauled by a dragon but he was more worried about his friends’ well being than his own.
