In My Time of Need

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 9th March 2019

Characters: J'ackt, K'yne, Urlene
Description: K'yne comes to the aid of his son.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 9 of Turn 9

J'ackt

K'yne

Urlene

There was a definite pressure on his bladder, but there was no way
that he was going to call for help this time. The last apprentice had
blushed so deeply while he had used the prepared container that he did
not want to repeat the experience. Shards, the boy stayed red-faced
while he was around him. Slowly sitting up, he was caught by a wave of
dizziness before he caught himself with his good arm. As quietly as he
could, he shifted his legs over the side of the bed, feet dangling. He
didn't care what they said this time; he could shaffing well use the
bloody privy.

"Trying to make a break for it?" a voice asked as a tall brownrider
from Dragonsfall came into view.

If he could just keep steady...J'ackt's foot touched the floor, but
the voice startled him and he looked up a bit to quickly. He wavered
and caught himself again, though he came perilously close to toppling
over. He was surprised to see K'yne at first, but then dimly
remembered him being there earlier, though his memories were a bit
muddled and he was uncertain as to the reality of them. "No. Need to piss."

K'yne's hand shot out, instinctively catching J'ackt under the arm
when he started to topple. "Well, let me at least help you get there."

J'ackt's brow knit and a stubborn wrinkle marred his brow as he pulled
his arm away and righted himself once again. "I can do it." His
concentration was almost comical as he set one foot down, then the
other, and rose. He promptly keeled over towards his father, his face
planting directly in the man's chest. "Ow."

"Yeah, that's what I thought," K'yne replied, putting his hands on
either side of J'ackt's shoulders to brace him back up. "It's either
me or," he glanced over at an apprentice who hovered just out of
earshot, but was glancing in their direction and blushing furiously,
"or that kid. Your choice."

The moment pressure was put on J'ackt shoulder he hissed in pain and
attempted to move away, but nearly toppled the other way. "Careful,
blast it." He steadied with K'yne help, but had trouble standing
without that aid. His bladder twinged and he grunted. He did,
apparently, need the assistance and there was no way that the
apprentice was going to be able to hold him up. Grudgingly, he leaned
on K'yne and began to walk carefully towards the privy area.

K'yne supported his son across the floor. With the two of them
standing so close together it really was easy to see the familial
resemblance. "Saidrene wants to come and see you later," he told
J'ackt, having just come from his niece's weyr.

Most of his concentration was centered on putting one foot in front of
the other. He hated the weakness, but the Healers had told him that it
would be a while until he felt normal again. " She can come when ever
she wants. Timassa is usually here anyway. " His brow knit. "Why are
you here?"

"Why do you think?" K'yne asked. "It's certainly not to sit with your
aunt all the time. She gives me the creeps."

"Don't know. That's why I asked. She's not so bad. Just bossy...and
weird." They reached the privy and J'ackt's expression was one of
relief as he went for the door. He glanced at K'yne. "You don't need
to come in."

"Okay," K'yne conceded as he turned loose, "but if I hear splashing
I'm coming in after you."

J'ackt grunted and holding on to the wall, he managed to step in. He
did what was needed, feeling an immense sense of relief, then
stumbled as he turned, catching himself on the wall with a wince.
Washing his hands carefully in the provided basin, he couldn't help
but feel exhausted. He leaned against the wall, resting. Jays, he was
tired.

K'yne cocked his head to the side, pressing his ear closer to the
door. "You alright in there?" he asked.

"Uh huh." He just didn't want to move. The wall felt blissfully cool
against his skin. He would feel just fine napping right here. His
knees wobbled again but the wall helped support him.

"You've got to the count of three to open the door before I come in
there," K'yne warned.

" Fine..." He gave a grumble and pulled away from the wall, opening
the door to lean on the frame. "Done."

"Just what do you think you are doing?" Urlene glared at the pair of
them, eyes flicking from face to face. "Are you both insane?" She
pointed at J'ackt. "I told you that you shouldn't be out of bed for at
least two more days and only then in a chair." Her lips thinned as the
sharp gaze turned to K'yne. "And you! Are you trying to help him pull
his stitches out or fall and split his head open?"

K'yne cocked an eyebrow at the woman, "I'm keeping him from falling
and messing up your handiwork. He was already on his feet when I got
here. You may not know him, but if you want him to stay in that bed
you'd better find the straps."

"You should have kept him in bed." She whirled finding a wheeled chair
and pushed it to J'ackt. "Sit!"

"Nobody's strapping me down to nothing." The stubborn scowl that
appeared on his face was diminished by the weaving as he tried to keep
his balance.

K'yne steadied J'ackt again, "Maybe a ride isn't such a bad idea."

"I can walk."

Urlene exhaled slowly through her nose, her words brisk and pointed.
"You lost too much blood with your injuries. Your body hasn't had
enough time to replenish it. There is obviously not enough going to your head
and you are risking yourself losing more if your stitches tear or you
fall and injure yourself further. The more you do this, the longer
you're likely to stay in this infirmary. Now. Sit. Down."

J'ackt scowled and leaned on K'yne as moved the short steps to the
chair. "Was tired anyway." He sat, holding on to K'yne's arm to steady
himself as he did so.

Urlene sniffed. "Would you mind pushing him? He's heavier than he looks."

"Yes ma'am," the corners of K'yne's mouth twitched as he took the
handles and wheeled J'ackt back over to his bed. Parking the chair as
close as possible, the brownrider came around and stood in front of
J'ackt to help get him from the chair to the bed.

J'ackt grumbled tiredly at the fuss, but stood with K'yne's help and
toddled over to the bed. He sat down hard and winced at the pain in
his side and shoulder. "Thanks."

"Sure," K'yne said watching J'ackt' s face. It was clear to see he was
in pain. **He's one tough kid,** he thought. A lot like Ocktima.

J'ackt peered up at K'yne. his eyes shadowed by exhaustion. "You're
not so bad either." He laid back carefully but tried to keep the
weight off of his shoulder. Shards, he was tired, but he was also
tired of sleeping. "You never answered me. Why are you here?"

"I am here to check on my son," K'yne said simply.

J'ackt studied him for a long moment, then closed his eyes, ready to
admit that he did need the rest. "Thank you....Father."

K'yne swallowed, unable to say anything. He had never imagined hearing
the word, least of all from J'ackt. "I'll leave you to rest, then."
The brownrider nodded to Urlene before turning and ducking out of the
infirmary.

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