Skipping Meals

Writers: Devin, Chelle, Paula
Date Posted: 4th March 2016

Characters: Rhosyn, K'mai, Drumilla
Description: The Weyrwoman overdoes it.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 4, day 17 of Turn 8
Notes: Mentioned: Reeva, Lenala

K'mai

Looking around her office, she opened and closed her eyes several
times. She'd forgotten to take her nap. The morning had started early
and Orlaith had needed a bath. With everything that had needed doing, she
hadn't managed to get much sleep. There had been a bunch of wherry
eggs at breakfast, she thought. **What was lunch?** Try as she might,
she had a hard time remembering what had come for lunch. Surely
there had been lunch....

Her head was throbbing and it was hard to focus on the lists that littered
her desk. They seemed to keep growing and multiplying and she was
tempted to burn the little things. **I have some willowbark for this ache
somewhere... Where was it? Oh right.** Her eyes shifted over to the cabinet
where she held odds and ends. Determined, Rhosyn pushed herself to her
feet and stood there, swaying for a just a moment.

K'mai knocked on the door, dropping by to say hello.

"Hmmmm?" she answered, placing a hand on the desk to steady herself.
Her vision was swimming and blurry and it was hard to see. It was a very
odd feeling. Inside her head, Orlaith was beginning to feel a little strange.
The gold was picking up on her rider's problem and was becoming concerned.

He poked his head in, cheerful greeting cut short as he saw her
looking pale. "Are you okay?"

"Don't know....Just so tired." She looked back in the direction he sounded
like he was coming from. She couldn't see him though. She knew who it was,
thankfully. It wouldn't do good for just anyone to see her like this. And then
despite the hand on her desk she felt herself going down. And there was
nothing she could do to stop it.

K'mai ran forward to catch the Weyrwoman. "Whoa!" He guided her gently
into her chair. "I'll call a healer."

She wasn't awake and listening to him just then or she would have said not to.
She just needed some sleep was all. Sitting quietly in the chair with her eyes
closed, she didn't come around. She was still breathing, however.

The problem was, a certain golden dragon was beginning to become agitated.
And Orlaith didn't like that she couldn't see Rhosyn. She could feel her and she
could feel her sleeping but that wasn't good enough. Something was wrong.
}:Sebeth, what is yours doing to mine?:{

}:Yours is sick. We are getting a healer,:{ the blue answered. He
reached out to a firelizard that belonged to a healer.

Alerted by Storm, her firelizard, Drumilla snatched a first aid bag
and made a run for it.

"Hi, K'mai, what's going on?" she was breathing hard after her sprint.

"Rhosyn fainted. She's breathing fine and doesn't seem to be hurt."
All riders knew basic first aid and he'd checked Rhosyn while waiting
for the healer to arrive. He hoped she'd just overworked herself and
it wasn't something more serious. Besides worrying for his friend, the
Weyr desperately needed her. Lenala was still recovering and K'sedel
was injured.

"Stretch her out to the floor or sofa," Drumilla asked, taking a
stethoscope from her bag. "Do you know when she last ate or drank,
could she be pregnant?" she then asked, going through the most common
reasons for fainting. Unfortunately, her mind kept conjuring up heart
attacks, strokes, and likes of that.

Rhosyn remained quiet, but she was clearly breathing. K'mai had saved
her from falling so her body wasn't bruised or injured. She didn't seem to
hear them.

That was the only thing keeping Orlaith from tearing the Weyr apart. She
could still feel her rider. Rhosyn just felt sleepy now.

Drumilla listened to her heart and lungs and they sounded fine to her.
She took a small vial of smelling salts and opened it under Rhosyn's
nose. The poignant smell made even her eyes water.

It took a few moments but finally the Weyrwoman stirred and that
quickly followed by a noise of revulsion. Then she started to squirm
hard in Drumilla's arms, not realizing where she was.

"Rhosyn, it's okay. You fainted." K'mai put a soothing hand on her arm.

Hearing K'mai's voice, she stopped and looked around but she seemed
slightly disoriented. Then she saw Drumilla. "I fainted? Why did I do that?"

"That's what I would like to know too," Drumilla said. "When did you last
eat or drank? How have you been sleeping lately?"

That caused the Weyrwoman to go quiet. She looked from one to the other
and then her face might have seemed a bit sheepish. "Ah well...I had wherry
eggs at breakfast."

"You should take better care of yourself," Drumilla gave a mild
reprimand. "I'm also going to insist you make an appointment with one
of the master healers. To rule out any serious illnesses," she continued.

K'mai sighed. "Do I have to act like an old auntie and nag you into
eating?" He was relieved that was all it was. Or seemed to be, anyway.
Something else might be going on, but lack of food seemed the most
likely cause.

"I just...don't have any time. So maybe I haven't been stopping to eat all the
time or sleeping enough every night." She sighed, looking down at her hands.
"With Lenala and the hurricane and everything...guess I'll have to start making
time for it though." Rhosyn looked at Drumilla. **Guess I'm going to get my
appointment with Reeva after all.** "Tell Reeva I'm coming. I'm sure she's
expecting me anyway."

"See that you do," Drumilla said.

Last updated on the March 4th 2016

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