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21.Jun.22, 02:04 AM
It was hard to breathe, and K'dar found himself coughing hard enough that he shook himself awake. Except once the coughing fit was over he couldn't stop the tightening in his limbs, and his head was still foggy and tired and was someone grabbing him? It was hard to see, and he snarled, cursing as he swung and his fist connected with something and then... then he was sure he was dreaming, trapped in a white room and sometimes people would show up to fight him. The dream changed every now and then, to disgruntled faces, shouting, intense itching and burning in his skin, worry, Tiberuth trying to yell at him... it was hard to make sense of it all.
K'dar blinked, squinting up at a ceiling that seemed slightly wrong. His chest ached and he let out a few coughs as he tried to figure out where he was and why he was so tired. He must have had an awful lot to drink with Yfris. Had he just been left in the party room? "Yf-" he cringed at the pain shooting through his throat. His mouth was dry, his chest ached, his nose felt raw. And when he went to rub his eyes he found his hands were strapped down. He heard someone's voice, Zory's maybe, saying, "I think he's awake again!" But what was Zory doing in Misty Hold?
"He wasn't really awake the other times, but thank you for telling me." A man suddenly came into view then, and K'dar frowned as he tried to place the gruff face lined with a rough beard and with a yellow and purple black eye making him squint down. One of Yfris's uncles perhaps? No, after a few blinks and some squinting he realized the man was dressed like a healer. "Wha-" "Hush," the man snapped, stern frown still set on his face as he reached up to frame K'dar's eyes with his fingers and spread his eyelids open a bit more uncomfortably.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked as he waved a hand up in the air above them. K'dar scowled, squinting. "Two," he managed to croak, "I'm not drunk... thirsty." "Oh good! At least it's responsive agitation instead of the other day when you nearly hit Orgailian. Can't have you further injuring my other patients. Now do you know where you are?"
K'dar blinked. What was the man talking about? Why would he hit Gail? Why was a healer standing above him after a party... how overboard had he gone?! There was a moment of panic and K'dar started to try and tug his arms free. "You're in the Benden Weyr infirmary. It's the twentieth, you've been unresponsive since you were poisoned on the seventeenth."
That didn't make any sense and suddenly K'dar realized he couldn't hear his dragon either as some of the memories began to come back. Tiber?! He didn't scream aloud, but the panic was evident on his face as the healer pulled a vial out of his pocket and worked on trying to restrain his head. After a few more moments of panic there was a stirring and a sleepy reply, Finally... don't scare me like that. K'dar didn't like how sluggish the dragon's voice was, but at least he could hear it, and could feel the flood of relief from the dragon. He didn't even care that the healer was pouring a liquid into his mouth and pinching his nose shut to make him swallow it down. Once everything had gone down his gullet, K'dar closed his eyes and took several deep breaths as he tried to get his heart to slow down.
"Sorry," he croaked, though at least his throat was feeling a little better. "Was worried about Tiber..." The healer huffed and nodded. "He's with N'noa, recovering. Now you get some rest, if you can promise not to try and hit anyone I'll let your siblings free your arms. Either way, Stay. In. That. Bed." With that order given, the healer stalked out. K'dar sighed and finally took a moment to look around and spotted Zory and Gail in their beds. Right... they'd been hurt first. "You two are still here?"
K'dar blinked, squinting up at a ceiling that seemed slightly wrong. His chest ached and he let out a few coughs as he tried to figure out where he was and why he was so tired. He must have had an awful lot to drink with Yfris. Had he just been left in the party room? "Yf-" he cringed at the pain shooting through his throat. His mouth was dry, his chest ached, his nose felt raw. And when he went to rub his eyes he found his hands were strapped down. He heard someone's voice, Zory's maybe, saying, "I think he's awake again!" But what was Zory doing in Misty Hold?
"He wasn't really awake the other times, but thank you for telling me." A man suddenly came into view then, and K'dar frowned as he tried to place the gruff face lined with a rough beard and with a yellow and purple black eye making him squint down. One of Yfris's uncles perhaps? No, after a few blinks and some squinting he realized the man was dressed like a healer. "Wha-" "Hush," the man snapped, stern frown still set on his face as he reached up to frame K'dar's eyes with his fingers and spread his eyelids open a bit more uncomfortably.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked as he waved a hand up in the air above them. K'dar scowled, squinting. "Two," he managed to croak, "I'm not drunk... thirsty." "Oh good! At least it's responsive agitation instead of the other day when you nearly hit Orgailian. Can't have you further injuring my other patients. Now do you know where you are?"
K'dar blinked. What was the man talking about? Why would he hit Gail? Why was a healer standing above him after a party... how overboard had he gone?! There was a moment of panic and K'dar started to try and tug his arms free. "You're in the Benden Weyr infirmary. It's the twentieth, you've been unresponsive since you were poisoned on the seventeenth."
That didn't make any sense and suddenly K'dar realized he couldn't hear his dragon either as some of the memories began to come back. Tiber?! He didn't scream aloud, but the panic was evident on his face as the healer pulled a vial out of his pocket and worked on trying to restrain his head. After a few more moments of panic there was a stirring and a sleepy reply, Finally... don't scare me like that. K'dar didn't like how sluggish the dragon's voice was, but at least he could hear it, and could feel the flood of relief from the dragon. He didn't even care that the healer was pouring a liquid into his mouth and pinching his nose shut to make him swallow it down. Once everything had gone down his gullet, K'dar closed his eyes and took several deep breaths as he tried to get his heart to slow down.
"Sorry," he croaked, though at least his throat was feeling a little better. "Was worried about Tiber..." The healer huffed and nodded. "He's with N'noa, recovering. Now you get some rest, if you can promise not to try and hit anyone I'll let your siblings free your arms. Either way, Stay. In. That. Bed." With that order given, the healer stalked out. K'dar sighed and finally took a moment to look around and spotted Zory and Gail in their beds. Right... they'd been hurt first. "You two are still here?"
