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14.Oct.12, 05:13 AM
First aid? What a specific request. Talian's soft eyes met R'nya's, the young man's inner fear easily visible as he swallowed hard and muddled his way into a response.
"To be honest, sir, no one would should give him first aid except me," the healer said. He paused, trying to think of the least damaging way to elaborate. "But if he's badly injured and I'm unavailable, certain kinds of first aid can be performed." He spoke in an overly-professional way, like he was addressing the Master Healer back at home. Extreme submission seemed to be the safest way to deal with these damn dragonriders. "Bones may be set and bleeding may be stopped, but he must not be drugged in any way," he said, his emphasis betraying the deadly seriousness of his words.
"No medication, under any circumstances," Talian reiterated. "Not even the simplest of sedatives or painkillers. The other healers have been forbidden to treat him as well." Well, there was an arrangement for someone else to take over if Talian was unable to get there in time to save B'jin's life, but what were the chances of that?
All this talk of B'jin's allergy took Talian's mind back to his dozen or so leads on a cure. None had been promising thus far, though. He wanted badly to get back to work on it, but he couldn't with this bronzerider looming over him. R'nya's quietly, lofty mannerism reminded Talian so much of his father that it was making his hair stand on end, not to mention making him highly bitter about his entire situation. Didn't bronzeriders have anything better to do than mock captives?
"To be honest, sir, no one would should give him first aid except me," the healer said. He paused, trying to think of the least damaging way to elaborate. "But if he's badly injured and I'm unavailable, certain kinds of first aid can be performed." He spoke in an overly-professional way, like he was addressing the Master Healer back at home. Extreme submission seemed to be the safest way to deal with these damn dragonriders. "Bones may be set and bleeding may be stopped, but he must not be drugged in any way," he said, his emphasis betraying the deadly seriousness of his words.
"No medication, under any circumstances," Talian reiterated. "Not even the simplest of sedatives or painkillers. The other healers have been forbidden to treat him as well." Well, there was an arrangement for someone else to take over if Talian was unable to get there in time to save B'jin's life, but what were the chances of that?
All this talk of B'jin's allergy took Talian's mind back to his dozen or so leads on a cure. None had been promising thus far, though. He wanted badly to get back to work on it, but he couldn't with this bronzerider looming over him. R'nya's quietly, lofty mannerism reminded Talian so much of his father that it was making his hair stand on end, not to mention making him highly bitter about his entire situation. Didn't bronzeriders have anything better to do than mock captives?
