21.Oct.18, 09:44 PM
For once, for once, Verec was glad he was dealing with dragonriders. He had no doubt his Healers would have been able to deal with the numerous injuries caused by the gold dragonet without him, but Verec really was the best when it came to tragedies like this. Which, of course, meant he had to see tragedies like this a lot, but that was the price he paid for being good at his job.
He managed to keep the Healers back until the rampaging dragonet was gone — doing nothing was beyond painful, but it did even less good if a Healer got hurt or killed. If he went up to someone bleeding out and got attacked himself, the first person would still die and he might too, and there would be one less person around to help save everyone else. No, it was a waste of resources. As soon as the gold was gone, though, all the Healers were off running, all of them having grabbed everything they could possibly need while they waited.
It was bad. Verec knew several of these Candidates — these children, in some cases — had died almost immediately. That girl she’d thrown had been dead before she hit the ground, and the first boy had to have bled out in seconds; she’d hit the main artery in both of his legs. Most of them, though, it was much harder to tell, and they had to move quick. The next twenty minutes or so flew by in a haze of intense focus. Find someone injured, asses the situation, provide aid to keep them alive or keep them comfortable. Repeat. Support the less experienced of the Healers who weren’t used to so much blood and death at once.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
At some point Verec remembered teaching one of the Candidates — was it a Candidate? Young weyrperson — how to tie tourniquets. So far, blood loss was the most immediate problem for most of the injured; keep them from bleeding out, make sure no one else is bleeding out, then start bandaging properly and applying numbweed as needed. He did his job. He made sure his people did their jobs. And they kept people alive.
He managed to keep the Healers back until the rampaging dragonet was gone — doing nothing was beyond painful, but it did even less good if a Healer got hurt or killed. If he went up to someone bleeding out and got attacked himself, the first person would still die and he might too, and there would be one less person around to help save everyone else. No, it was a waste of resources. As soon as the gold was gone, though, all the Healers were off running, all of them having grabbed everything they could possibly need while they waited.
It was bad. Verec knew several of these Candidates — these children, in some cases — had died almost immediately. That girl she’d thrown had been dead before she hit the ground, and the first boy had to have bled out in seconds; she’d hit the main artery in both of his legs. Most of them, though, it was much harder to tell, and they had to move quick. The next twenty minutes or so flew by in a haze of intense focus. Find someone injured, asses the situation, provide aid to keep them alive or keep them comfortable. Repeat. Support the less experienced of the Healers who weren’t used to so much blood and death at once.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
At some point Verec remembered teaching one of the Candidates — was it a Candidate? Young weyrperson — how to tie tourniquets. So far, blood loss was the most immediate problem for most of the injured; keep them from bleeding out, make sure no one else is bleeding out, then start bandaging properly and applying numbweed as needed. He did his job. He made sure his people did their jobs. And they kept people alive.