29.Aug.12, 07:35 AM
Okay, that was enough.
B'jin's wailing and R'nd's begging and Larrikith's whining and whatever the shards that retarded bluerider was doing were quite enough. Talian paused, his mouth turning into a thin line and his slender body constricting with may as well have been called Sudden Onset Aggravation Syndrome.
First thing first: he tied his headband into position. Then, without pause, he turned on his heels and marched across the room. The firepit held a fresh pot of boiling water, provided moments before by one of his helpful assisrtants. While he'd intended to use it to made a redwort solution, he figured a bit could be spared. He reached into a drawer (flawlessly organized by himself, as every drawer in the entire hall had been as long as no dimglows messed it up) and quickly produced a packet of Aconite powder, which he poured into the pot and allowed to simmer. Then, he calmly but swiftly reached for an unopened bottle of some sort of solution and a rag.
Talian turned and marched accusingly across the room. The bluerider looked back, surprised and curious at how the healer dampened the rag with the solution, which smelled similar to Fellis, but what exactly was in it, he couldn't say. Tal knew what it did, though.
Talian reached out and seized the bluerider roughly by the hair. "That's enough!" he scolded, still laser-focused on the task at hand. It was true; Talian became another person when he was at work. He hadn't showed this side of himself to B'jin since Jada's injury. I'shan wiggled and squirmed, of course, but when the damp rag closed over his mouth, he found himself instantly dizzy.
The bluerider slumped lazily into the other healers' arms while Talian rolled his head back and poured the liquid down his throat. "Overnight monitoring," he growled to the other healers before slamming the door.
Afterwards, Talian calmly but forcefully walked back to the firepit. He removed the pot and poured some of the new mixture into a cup. It was already rapidly cooling down, which was perfect. Afterwards, he stalked over to the near-hysterial B'jin.
"Stop!" Tal ordered. His free hand lashed out, delivering a quick pop to the greenrider's face. It was nothing serious and probably didn't even sting, but coming from Tal, it may as well have been a charging herdbeast. Talian then shoved the cup in B'jin's hands. "Drink this and immediately sit down," he ordered mathematically. "It's a mild sedative." Not to mention an alternative to numbweed for minor pain.
At last, Tal looked back to R'nd. "It's all right," Talian reassured him. He reached out and lightly pressed against the man's ribs. Out of all the pain described, the healer hadn't latched on to anything else. R'nd's face was fine, but pain in the ribs was a bad sign.
He frowned. "You have a cracked rib," he said as he peeled back. At B'jin's request, he fetched a small jar of numbweed salve. His confident strike broke a little bit as he paused, glancing once at B'jin with his usual timidness shinning through, asking permission one more time before making his way back to his patient.
First do no harm.
Tal quickly went to work cleaning the wounds and treating them with numbweed. He was quiet and focused, and just as he knew B'jin would want, he didn't speak about the allergy.
B'jin's wailing and R'nd's begging and Larrikith's whining and whatever the shards that retarded bluerider was doing were quite enough. Talian paused, his mouth turning into a thin line and his slender body constricting with may as well have been called Sudden Onset Aggravation Syndrome.
First thing first: he tied his headband into position. Then, without pause, he turned on his heels and marched across the room. The firepit held a fresh pot of boiling water, provided moments before by one of his helpful assisrtants. While he'd intended to use it to made a redwort solution, he figured a bit could be spared. He reached into a drawer (flawlessly organized by himself, as every drawer in the entire hall had been as long as no dimglows messed it up) and quickly produced a packet of Aconite powder, which he poured into the pot and allowed to simmer. Then, he calmly but swiftly reached for an unopened bottle of some sort of solution and a rag.
Talian turned and marched accusingly across the room. The bluerider looked back, surprised and curious at how the healer dampened the rag with the solution, which smelled similar to Fellis, but what exactly was in it, he couldn't say. Tal knew what it did, though.
Talian reached out and seized the bluerider roughly by the hair. "That's enough!" he scolded, still laser-focused on the task at hand. It was true; Talian became another person when he was at work. He hadn't showed this side of himself to B'jin since Jada's injury. I'shan wiggled and squirmed, of course, but when the damp rag closed over his mouth, he found himself instantly dizzy.
The bluerider slumped lazily into the other healers' arms while Talian rolled his head back and poured the liquid down his throat. "Overnight monitoring," he growled to the other healers before slamming the door.
Afterwards, Talian calmly but forcefully walked back to the firepit. He removed the pot and poured some of the new mixture into a cup. It was already rapidly cooling down, which was perfect. Afterwards, he stalked over to the near-hysterial B'jin.
"Stop!" Tal ordered. His free hand lashed out, delivering a quick pop to the greenrider's face. It was nothing serious and probably didn't even sting, but coming from Tal, it may as well have been a charging herdbeast. Talian then shoved the cup in B'jin's hands. "Drink this and immediately sit down," he ordered mathematically. "It's a mild sedative." Not to mention an alternative to numbweed for minor pain.
At last, Tal looked back to R'nd. "It's all right," Talian reassured him. He reached out and lightly pressed against the man's ribs. Out of all the pain described, the healer hadn't latched on to anything else. R'nd's face was fine, but pain in the ribs was a bad sign.
He frowned. "You have a cracked rib," he said as he peeled back. At B'jin's request, he fetched a small jar of numbweed salve. His confident strike broke a little bit as he paused, glancing once at B'jin with his usual timidness shinning through, asking permission one more time before making his way back to his patient.
First do no harm.
Tal quickly went to work cleaning the wounds and treating them with numbweed. He was quiet and focused, and just as he knew B'jin would want, he didn't speak about the allergy.