05.Oct.12, 05:09 AM
Talian turned around just in time to collide with B'jin. Alarmed, the healer's arms instinctively wrapped around the drunken and drugged man. "B'jin? B'jin? Dad. I need you to stay calm," Talian whispered firmly, focused and soft. Talian tried to lift the greenrider into a more suitable standing position. Talian, however, was still quite weak. He grunted under the weight and reeled backwards, coming dangerously close to losing his grip.
"I need an-" Oh, shards!
Tal reached awkwardly for a bucket thrust at him by another healer. He barely had time to lift it before B'jin's spew went everywhere, including partially on his shoulder. Tal's face remained unchanged, for he'd been vomited on more times than he could count. "Shhh! You'll be fine," he cooed at B'jin, shoving the bucket back to the other healer before whispering for her to have a second cot brought in. B'jin obviously wasn't going anywhere, and Talian wouldn't have the sick man sitting up in a chair all night.
Tal escorted B'jin to the bed and seated him. Poor man. Tal didn't care for the undeserved celebrations that this terrible place put on, but B'jin had meant to enjoy this evening. He didn't deserve this. R'nd didn't deserve it, either. Was there no such thing as fortune here? Why did even supposedly happy occasions always devolve into brawls and misery?
More proof that this place was fucked.
"Shh," Tal assured the greenrider one last time, running his hand over the man's hair as B'jin had done for him so many times. Then, as he heard the new cot being brought in, he hopped to his feet. He slid a couple chairs out of the way so the others could push it close. Tal didn't do much to help; he was too scrawny to be much good actually moving, and he couldn't think to direct..not with Larrikith in his head. He grunted and stopped short, one foot sliding in the now-damp floor, and scowled at the wall.
"I can't make it stop!" he roared suddenly. The female healer from before jumped, looking alarmed that sweet, timid, always-focused Talian had apparently screamed nonsense at the walls. Tal frowned, nose scrunched in distaste, and waved a dismissive hand at her. "It's nothing! I'm fine..." he murmured. He brushed his way past both the girl and the male who had come to aid her and made his way back to B'jin. The new cot had been lined up right next to R'nd's.
"There you go," Tal said, placing his hands on B'jin's shoulders and slowly guiding him down to the cot. "Get some sleep, all right? You'll both feel much better in the morning." Tal smiled, his stoic work-face slowly melting away. "All right? Nothing bad can happen to either of you in here."
Tal exhaled heavily and pulled his headband off. He was tried, cranky, worried, and he smelled like puke. Despite all that, it was satisfying to see both B'jin and R'nd cared for and safe. Too bad no one ever seemed to be truly safe around here.
"I need an-" Oh, shards!
Tal reached awkwardly for a bucket thrust at him by another healer. He barely had time to lift it before B'jin's spew went everywhere, including partially on his shoulder. Tal's face remained unchanged, for he'd been vomited on more times than he could count. "Shhh! You'll be fine," he cooed at B'jin, shoving the bucket back to the other healer before whispering for her to have a second cot brought in. B'jin obviously wasn't going anywhere, and Talian wouldn't have the sick man sitting up in a chair all night.
Tal escorted B'jin to the bed and seated him. Poor man. Tal didn't care for the undeserved celebrations that this terrible place put on, but B'jin had meant to enjoy this evening. He didn't deserve this. R'nd didn't deserve it, either. Was there no such thing as fortune here? Why did even supposedly happy occasions always devolve into brawls and misery?
More proof that this place was fucked.
"Shh," Tal assured the greenrider one last time, running his hand over the man's hair as B'jin had done for him so many times. Then, as he heard the new cot being brought in, he hopped to his feet. He slid a couple chairs out of the way so the others could push it close. Tal didn't do much to help; he was too scrawny to be much good actually moving, and he couldn't think to direct..not with Larrikith in his head. He grunted and stopped short, one foot sliding in the now-damp floor, and scowled at the wall.
"I can't make it stop!" he roared suddenly. The female healer from before jumped, looking alarmed that sweet, timid, always-focused Talian had apparently screamed nonsense at the walls. Tal frowned, nose scrunched in distaste, and waved a dismissive hand at her. "It's nothing! I'm fine..." he murmured. He brushed his way past both the girl and the male who had come to aid her and made his way back to B'jin. The new cot had been lined up right next to R'nd's.
"There you go," Tal said, placing his hands on B'jin's shoulders and slowly guiding him down to the cot. "Get some sleep, all right? You'll both feel much better in the morning." Tal smiled, his stoic work-face slowly melting away. "All right? Nothing bad can happen to either of you in here."
Tal exhaled heavily and pulled his headband off. He was tried, cranky, worried, and he smelled like puke. Despite all that, it was satisfying to see both B'jin and R'nd cared for and safe. Too bad no one ever seemed to be truly safe around here.