[7.15.2707] Sharding Arm! (C'olt)

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T'tarel grumbled unhappily as he headed for the infirmary. He kept his left arm cradled against his chest in disgust. He couldn't believe how stupid he had been and now he had to go find a Healer.

We all make mistakes, Reloith said comfortingly. But you're in pain. You must see the Healer. The bronze wasn't about to let his rider walk around in pain.

T'tarel sighed softly. I'm going, Reloith. Really I am. He knew there was no arguing with his bronze.

The young bronzer stepped into the infirmary and looked around. He wasn't sure which Healer would be on duty. Actually, he just wanted to get in and get out as fast as he could.

[Kendrall]

C'olt was busy sorting through the various medical supplies when he thought he heard footsteps. Brushing back his blonde hair, he turned around to see one of the Bronze Riders come in, holding his left arm against his chest. Even though he was only a Senior Weyrling, he viewed T'tarel as if the man had just entered his domain of which he, C'olt, was master. Technically that wasn't true as the WeyrHealer was in charge...but he was on call this day. Narrowing his green eyes and letting a smirk come to his lips, he walked over to the other man, then let an element of mock surprise mixed with genuine compassion come to his face and his voice.

"Bronzerider T'tarel, what in Faranth's name did you do to your arm?" The young Healer quickly grabbed the right arm of the man, then escorted him over to the nearest chair before seating him down. C'olt gave a much put-upon sigh, then fixed the Rider with a stare.

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T'tarel hadn't even noticed C'olt until the young weyrling walked over. He sighed softly. He had met the younger green rider a few times and he hoped he could just get in and out. His crystal blue eyes watched C'olt as the weyrling took his good arm and led him over to a chair. He was almost wishing he hadn't come here. But then he knew Reloith would yell at him and that wouldn't be any good.

He looked up at C'olt with a sheepish smile on his tanned face. He brushed his dirty blonde hair out of his face. "I twisted wrong during drills while catching a bag of firestone," he admitted, still mad at himself for making such a stupid mistake. He never should have allowed that to happen.

[Kendrall]

C'olt buried his face into the palm of his hand when the Bronzerider told him what had happened, then simply shook his head, his eyes closed in disbelief. Lowering his hand so he could take another look at T'tarel, he gave the other man a once-over before getting to work. "Let's see your arm," the younger man said. Carefully extending it with his hands, C'olt started to prod it gently with his fingers, searching for any signs of broken bones or other signs of serious trauma. So far there hadn't been any significant bruising or swelling, which he took to be a positive sign. Good. That meant neither the radius, ulna, or humerus was severely fractured, nor were there any torn muscles or ligaments. But that didn't necessarily mean there was a hairline fracture in any of the three bones, either. Or if at least one or more muscles or tendons were overstretched.

While continuing his initial examination, he looked at the Rider. "I don't see how anyone could twist his or her arm while catching a bag of firestone. I mean, it's not like you're trying to lift anything that heavy." C'olt was only half-joking, but couldn't resist getting in at least one dig at T'tarel. Carefully moving the arm and forearm this way and that, the Healer waited and listened to determine what his patient's pain tolerance was at the moment. "Doesn't seem to be any major fractures or torn muscles so far. But how much does it hurt when I move it around?"

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T'tarel frowned. He had basically gotten the same reaction from Reloith. He wasn't real proud of himself for being so stupid. He should have known better and getting it from both his dragon and this young Healer/rider wasn't making any better. He nodded and let C'olt see his arm. He really wasn't sure how badly he had injured his arm. He was hoping not to bad though. The bronze winced a little when C'olt got near his elbow and forearm.

T'tarel rolled his eyes with a slight smile. "No not heavy at all," he said with a shake of his head. "It was misdropped and I should have just let it go, but I thought I could catch it. Guess I was wrong there." He watched quietly as C'olt continued to check his arm. He tried not to wince from time to time. "Well, that's good," he said in relief. T'tarel hesitated briefly. "On a scale of one to ten? Probably about a seven and a half," he reluctantly admitted.

[Kendrall]

C'olt watched his patient's face carefully for any reaction to how he moved the entire arm, noting silently when T'tarel winced as soon as his fingers probed the elbow and forearm. Nodding at the self-assessment of how much pain the Bronzerider was in, he continued his examination, again slightly flexing the elbow to determine exactly what the Rider had done. "Hmm...." C'olt mused for a moment, thinking. "Most likely you stretched some of the ligaments and possibly pulled a muscle or two near the elbow when you made the grab. Not the worse of injuries, but you'll be without the use of your arm for a few days. Wait here."

He then turned and walked over to the table, and slipped some gloves over his hands before getting to work. Taking some powdered aconite root, C'olt poured some into a small mortar before pouring in some thymus extract and peppermint oil. He knew aconite was toxic, but the root was always in powdered form and made an excellent topical analgesic for numb nerve pain. Thymus oil likewise was used for muscle pain, and the peppermint oil even though was a mild painkiller was used to improve the overall scent of the mixture. Granted, he could have used numbweed, but he'd never been overly fond of its side effects. Mixing the three ingredients together with the pestle, C'olt gently dissolved the aconite into the liquids before grabbing enough linen cloth to make an arm sling.

He walked back over to T'tarel, and took some of the cloth and soaked it in the ointment before applying it to the man's elbow and part of his forearm, wrapping it tightly and securing it in place before constructing the sling. It took C'olt roughly a full candlemark to complete his task, but by the time he finished he gave the Rider a smirk before returning the mortar to its rightful place on the table, then removed his gloves.

Heading back to his patient, the field medic cleared his throat. "It'll take some getting used to the sling, but I highly recommend you don't remove it until you come see me or one of the other Healers. That means you may have to get someone to help you change your clothes or even bathe." He couldn't help but give the Rider a good-natured ribbing as he said it. Serves him right.

C'olt, mine, what are you doing?[/color] Aromath's gentle but husky voice came creeping into his thoughts. Oh, T'tarel managed to twist a few ligaments in his elbow. He thought he could play toss the firestone bag with his dragon, but clearly he needs a bit more practice. I had to patch him up, but he'll be as good as new in a few days. Poor Reloith, having his Rider hurt. Perhaps I should keep him company.[/color] C'olt thought he heard Aromath give a mirthful giggle, or at least what passed for one. Just be nice, Aromath. I don't want you giving him any ideas.

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T'tarel tried not to fidget as C'olt moved his arm around. He wasn't against sitting still but his elbow hurt more then he had thought originally. That would teach him to try to make a grab that he knew he couldn't. "Only?" he grumbled. His crystal eyes widened. "A few days?" he asked in shock. How was that going to work? He couldn't be one handed that long. But what could he do?

The bronzer managed to sit still as C'olt mixed the herbs and started to wrap his arm. He winced every once in a while until the numbness finally kicked in. He wasn't real thrilled as he realized he was going to have a sling as well.

You did it to yourself, Reloith said softly. You should have let it go. But it will only be for a couple days. You'll be okay.

T'tarel's face colored at C'olt's words. He didn't have any siblings at the Weyr or even a girl he fancied. How was he going to pull this one off? Not very easily apparently. "Alright," he said. "I'll keep it on." He knew it was the smart thing to do.

Yeah, thanks Reloith. I feel so much better now, he said sarcastically.