*> Jesica walks across the bowl from the Lower Caverns.
*> Amrieth lands neatly, gliding in close and tight to the bowl floor. Without a moment's consideration as to whether it's safe to dismount or not, Jerissa does so, sliding down to the bowl and spinning around to stare up at the sky, "Shardit, come on, come back"
You lithely jump down off of Amrieth, who whuffles your hair affectionately as you reach the ground.
Irianth rustles her wings, the long sail heafing along her ides as she gives Amrieth a low croon.
Jesica stands in the bowl, quietly, watching and waiting.
A blue dragon appears from *between* supported mid air by two golds, one above one below. Just as well, from the looks of it, one wing seems to be disabled, falling from the shoulder with no life of it's own. Carefully the golds lower him to the ground, and then with a nod from the riders, and a warble from the dragons, they head back to deal with other issues.
Jerissa looks up, nods, "Ah, there he is" then, "Shards and shells" as another dragon appears from *between* making a vtol-line for the bowl rather sharply, rider hanging from straps. Jerissa runs, keeping an eye on the other dragon to make sure it doesn't land too far from her, and shouting out over her shoulder, "Jesica! Deal with the blue!"
Jesica nods and moves over to the blue and she scrubs her hands quickly yet throughly with redwort before oiling up her hands and slathering numbweed on the blue's injured wing, dealing with the pain and any places that might be ichoring.
Jesica turns to look at the rider, "I'll need your help, I'll need you to move up by your lifemate's head and keep him calm for me. the drudges will be bringing out some wine and a chair for you to sit in by his head." she says, smiling gently and soothingly to the blue's rider as she keeps him/her from seeing the extent of the injuries to their lifemate.
The blue wails in such a tone as to set people shuddering as he's settled to the ground. His rider, dismounts, using the tail rather than the shoulder, and runs around the front, "Don't you be telling me what's going on missy, I sharding well know! Now fix him, stop yabbering on to me, adn just do what you're supposed to do! I don't need you to tell me my job and I shouldn't have to tell your yours!" The blue lets out another warble of pain, his wingtip trailing in the dust of the bowl, ichor pouring out of a score that is still ichoring -- down from just above his shoulder, then over the shoulder joint and over the aileron of the wing, shredding a great deal, a trail of green ruin amongst the greying of his hide.
Jesica nods and ignores the waspish tone of the rider and she applies numbweed to the wounded wing, "Jerissa, can you and Amrieth help me? We're going to need to get some form of cloth under his wingtip once it's numb, so once I get it disinfected, I can keep it clean. I'll also need some help applying some pressure bandages if the ichoring on the deeper wounds doesn't stop." she says as she slathers on the numbweed as quickly and yet as gently as possible as drudges run back and forth to get the rider a chair and some wine.
Jerissa can't possibly hear where she is, halfway across the bowl. She seems to be up to her elbows in ichor as she desperately tries to stem a would just above the other dragon's heart -- a vein, an artery -- something is gushing forth great amounts.
The blue dragon Jesica's attending screams, lifting his head to wail to the sky, moving his wing as he does so, which loosens congealed ichor and sets him whuffling with pain once more. His rider, staring at Jesica, shouts out, "Jesica! Do something now, girl! Minth's in pain!"
Kiryath swings his head up tiredly from crossed forearms and warbles mildly to the blue, injecting a note of soothing command into the tone that manages to cut through the shrieks and bellows of pain.
Deannus is brown Kiryath's rider, at Fort Weyr.
Jesica hmmms and looks about and spies another rider and dragon pair and gets them into the fray, the rider's lifemate helping to lift the wing once it's numb by using her own wing. The rider is put to use by helping to spread a waterproof tarp and then a second clean, stirile cloth is laid down. "I'm working on it now as you said earlier, let me do my job. You keep him calm and i will do my best to help him, but I can't if you are shouting at me, sooth his fears, he'll be just fine." she says in a firm no nonsense tone. "Stop looking at me and look into his eyes." she says, continuing her work as she starts checking the extent of the injuries, trying to find out which is the worst so that it can be dealt with first.
Lifting the wing does nothing, after all everything's ruined near the shoulder, not the wingtip, but instead it does lend from another scream of pain from the blue. The rider, M'alar, glares at Jesica, stomping around and generally getting in her way, "I don't need to stare into his eyes to hear his pain, girl, work, quickly, faster, it's not working whatever you're doing, he's going grey!" And indeed this is true. Somewhere there's a serious problem, the tears in the wing are serious, but not that much so.
Jesica turns and looks at M'alar=If you don't get out of my way I can't work, then you will hear more pain from your lifemate, now go stand by his head and stay there.." her tone doesn't raise in levels but it does get hard and firm before she turns her back on the rider and starts checking more carefully along the shoulder, hands moving intently.
M'alar quirks an eyebrow, "You think I don't feel his pain, you don't think my own shoulder aches with the pain that he's sending down our bond? If you don't know that, then, well, some dragonhealer you are" he says disapparingly, "And you're only a snip of girl, so don't think -- No Minth, my shoulder is fine -- of telling me what to do unless you intend to be polite about it."
Jesica frowns a bit and starts checking to see if the fluid is exterior or internal ichoring. She also tries to find out what kind of injury it is exactly so that it can be treated first. She gets a pressure bandage ready in case it's needed.
Jesica looks at M'alar, "I know you're worried about Minth, but he will be just fine, I need you calm so that he'll be calm." She nods to a drudge who brings over a wineskin and gives it to the M'alar, "Have a seat, relax and I will make sure that Minth gets the best care that Fort's dragonhealers can give him. Please, I need you'r help too, but if you're yelling at me, you'll upset your lifemate." she says as she works, trying to deal with the upset rider and tend the dragon at the same time.
M'alar blinks, then nods, mollified somewhat at this change of heart from the dragonhealer. He snatches the wine from the drudge, gulping back a few mouthfuls before nodding, "S'ok, Minth, you'll be fine, just be a good lad now!"
Deannus walks across the bowl from the Lower Caverns.
Deannus steps up on Kiryath's extended foreleg and grabs for the straps, barely managing to get them in her hands before she is 'boosted' the last few feet. With tolerance and agility born of long practice, she manages to land herself between the brown's neckridges, rather than go flying over his neck.
Above the center of the bowl, Kiryath wings up from the Center of the Bowl.
Above the center of the bowl, Kiryath backwings to a landing on his ledge.
Above the center of the bowl, Avroth wings up from the Center of the Bowl.
Above the center of the bowl, Avroth wings his way towards the northeast end of the bowl.
Above the northeastern area, Avroth backwings to a landing on his ledge.
Jesica carefully wipes away the numbweed now that it's done it's job and goes to work on trying to find the problem in the wound, looking to see if it's a severed artery or something else."
Jesica applies a pressure bandage, another right next to her in case the pressure doesn't stop the flow of ichor. "He'll be just fine M'alar, don't you worry." she says as she continues to work on the dragon.
M'alar nods, having found a chair, he seems to be concentrating on getting a little drunk, though his eyes watch everything that Jesica is doing.
Jesica frowns a bit and peers closer at the wound while still appling pressure with her hand and a pad, looking for the artery that apears to be the cause of the non-stop ichoring.
The wound continues to gush as Jesica removes the pressure bandage, and when she places it back on, it just soaks through the bandage instead.
Jesica keeps applying pressure to the pad, as tight as she can as she tries to get the ichoing stopped, applying a second pad on top of the first rather than removing the first.
Still the ichor soaks through.
Jesica frowns a little more and applies a third pressure bandage, pressing as tight as she can as she tries to get the ichoring stopped, knowing she's going to need to stitch it if the ichoring doesn't stop with the third pad.
Jesica frowns and finds the artery feeding the vein that's gushing and she clamps it as quickly as she can and still do it correctly. she then gets a needlethorn out and some thread and drops them into a bowl of redwort to disinfect them while she locates the tear in the vein.
Jesica clamps the vein on either side of the tear, stopping the gushing of ichor and then she pulls out the needlethorn and thread. She threads the needlethorn and starts stitching the tear shut, knotting the stitchs as she's been shown and practiced. She works steadily but swiftly, knowing she needs to get this done but still do a good job.
Jesica gets the stitches to the vein done, carefully removing one clamp, releasing the pressure of it a bit at a time to make sure the tear isn't going to start oozing again once she releases the clamps.
Jesica moves on to disinfecting the wound now that the ichoring is dealt with, trying to see what other injuries in this area need to be taken care of before she can move onto the next injury on the blue. The dirtied clamps get set on the table by her with the other dirty tools of her trade.
The blue's shoulder still remains open, though the vein underneath that supplies the wing is thankfully stitched and replenishing the wing once more. As for others, one part of the primary mailsail is torn, pretty badly, but nothing looks broken.
Jesica nods to herself and applies more redwort to Minth's shoulder, one turn of her head taking in the condition of M'alar before she gets more thread and a fresh needle thorn and dips then into redwort, leaving them to both soak as she reoils her hands and applies a thin coat of numbweed to the shoulder injury and then gives it a few moments to set in before wiping it away and setting about closing the shoulder injury once she's sure the muscles don't need stitching as well.
M'alar is barely keeping his eyes open, head keeps nodding down to his chest and the wine skin lies empty and forgotten on the floor of the bowl. Minth on the other hand turns his head a little to peer at the injury which now seems much better and more under control.
Jesica grins a bit and starts stitching the hide closed in the neatest stitches she can make, using only enough to close the injury without hampering movement once it's healed. Once that's done and the hide closed on Minth's shoulder, she moves onto the primary mainsail to see how to best deal with the tears in it.
Jesica checks the primary mainsail, checking out how bad the tear is and whether the injury needs stitching ti hold the hide together or if it looks like it'll heal without bad scarring without stitches, "Do't worry M'alar, he's looking much better already, how are you doing there, is he feeling any pain now?"
M'alar snorts, "Pain? Who? Oh, no, no pain. Are you done yet?"
Jesica chuckles a bit, "Not quite, but getting there, soon as I'm done we'll head into the infirmary and get the two of you settled down and I'll inform the Weyrleaders and your wingleader about this." she says as she once more oils her hands and applies a little more numbweed, along the tear in the primary mainsail and waits a couple of moments before wiping it away. she then applies reswort to insure the tear is disinfected and then she dips the needlethorn and more thread into the redwort and begins to stitch the tear shut as well with the least amount of stitches she can once she has a green dragon and her lifemate help her by holding minth's wing up and out so the primary mainsail is held to it's fullest extension , this way she won't have the hide pulled too taunt once the stitching is started.
Jesica finishes the stitching and then looks for any injuries she may have missed before getting ready to put a final coat of numbweed on the stitched areas and a light bandage of gauze on each of the wound sites. She checks on Minth's color as well as she gets two drudges to fill the water containers in the dragon infirmary before she gets Minth settled in there. "M'alar, do you think you can walk on your own? we'll be needing to move into the dragon infirmary shortly." she says once she gets those things done.
M'alar shakes his head, "Walk, no, stagger, yes. Just get him there, I'll follow if I have to crawl."
Jesica smiles a bit and looks at the green and her lifemate, and talks to the rider quietly once she's gotten all of Minth's injuries taken care of. The green carefully lifts Minth's injured wing with one of her own as Jesi gets ready to have Minth shifted to the dragon infirmary.
Amrieth heads into the Infirmary.
Jesica looks over at M'alar once Minth is settled properly into the dragon infirmary, "You and Minth will be grounded until his shoulder and wing heal. Until the stitches come out, you'll need to ask him not to move that wing and to stay where he's at, in the infirmary. After I remove the stitches, you'll still remain grounded for several sevendays, after that we'll see how things go. When I remove the stitches he'll be allowed immersion in the lake and Very gentle exercise of his wing and shoulder. He's got plenty of water in the infirmary, it'll be kept full at all times and I'll see that someone drops off food for him. I suggest you toddle into the cot beside Minth and get some rest M'alar."
M'alar nods, "Tell me again later" he suggests, "I'm likely to forget tomorrow, hopefully forget the headache too." He does head into the infirmary though.
Jesica chuckles and nods and proceeds to check for any other injured dragons before working on getting her portion of the mess in the bowl picked up. She's not going to even worry about what she looks like after all this excitement, "Jerissa, do you need help?"
Jerissa is sat on a chair, her patient already 'dismissed' to the infirmary, but her jacket is covered in ichor, her arms are covered up to the elbows and there are smudges all over her face, she's looking very glorious right now! Looking up, she shakes her head, "How did you get on? Will he be ok?" she asks.
Jesica sighs a bit, "Well Minth should be quite fine, given time. The injury on his shoulder didn't seem to be any muscular damage, just the vein and hide. The tear on his prymary wingsail should heal nicely, it wasn't close to the bone, it was just long."
Jerissa nods, lifting a hand to wipe sweat, ichor and hair from her brow, "Those can often be nasty in healing, need to keep an eye on him. Look like you did well enough though, but I'll admit I was worried for awhile over M'alar." A pause, then, "Jesica, you'll need to watch that. Riders do not like their lifemates hurt, they'll be reflecting the pain too, you need to treat them with kid gloves. Some riders won't even let you work on their dragon, you need to understand that, do whatever you need to do to let someone work on them!"
Jesica nods, "I wasn't prepared for his reactions, it was a lot different from dealing with minor injuries, I'll do better next time." she says, the determination to do better filling her voice, "And I plan to keep a very close eye on his shoulder, it's in a bad spot so I'll likely have him grounded for a full month on light exercise after the first sevenday. If he does well on that I'll see about putting him on light duty."
Jerissa smiles a little, one full of exhaustion, "That's good. A thing to remember about riders. Often you can get alot of details from them about their lifemate, saves you having to do a lot of investigative work. Always ask first, tell the rider what you're doing, almost like a healer. It'll reassure them."
Jesica nods and grins a bit, "I felt almost overwhelmed with him snapping at me and trying to figure out where the worst injury was and deal with it and him. It's scarey in a way."
Jerissa nods, "Well, it's something you'll need to deal with, we're just helpers to their needs in these cases.Do you understand that?"
Jesica nods, 'Yes ma'am, it was definitly nailed home today. It's not an easy job, but if we don't do it, then the dragons would die and their riders with them, and so we must do it since without dragons, we wouldn't last long."
Jerissa smiles, "Something like that." She leans forward, picking something out of her healing bags and hands it over to Jesica -- a small box, almost flat, engraved with the initial J.
Jesica blinks and looks at the box, "I didn't think I did that well." she says as her face lights up with a smile and she takes the box carefully.
Jerissa grins, "Who's Senior here?" She shrugs, "I need more capables and you've proved yourself at least that this evening. Just be careful with the riders or I'll have the Weyrleaders screaming at me!"
Jesica chuckles and nods, "Yes Ma'am." she says as the smile fills her face and she sits down finally.
Jerissa grins, "I think we both need a bath, some wine and a rest, and not necessarily in that order!" She looks over, "Oh yes, Amy, you get a bath too!"
Jesica chuckles, "I think Bath, wine, then rest, in that order." she says as she climbs to her feet and holds out a hand to help you up.
Jesica heads into the Living caverns.