Making the Rounds

Writers: Chelle, Miriah
Date Posted: 8th February 2014

Characters: Qorri, D'hol
Description: Qorri checks up on the injured D'hol
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 4, day 18 of Turn 7
Notes: Heavily backdated to m 4

D'hol

Word had spread through the Weyr. Qorri wasn't one of the first visitors. She didn't want to get in the way of the healers or
of those close to him. Still, D'hol was a Wingleader and she took care of her Weyrfolk, especially those who were important to the Weyr's ability to meet Threadfall. That meant as soon as she thought the time was right, she was there.

D'hol opened his eyes blearily at the sound of footsteps near. Only recently having wakened, he was confused by the absence of Jeyme or Cyradis and uncertain as to what day it was, or the time. His head pounded and took a slow breath, closing his eyes once again.

"Shhh...it's allright. It's just me." Qorri didn't know if he would
recognize her voice or not. She waited though to make sure he was
coherent enough for a visit. If not, she'd go and return some other time.

His eyes opened again and slashing brows furrowed. It took a moment for him to recognize her voice. Qorri. He nodded and swallowed. "Qorri." His voice was cracked and rough, but intelligible.

"Don't speak if it bothers. Just blink once for yes and two for no." She smiled to herself. If the situation weren't what it was, it might be interesting. As it was it reminded her all too well of when her husband had been sick. "Are the healers treating you well?"

His brow knit and he nodded, but spoke, insistent on speaking though his
throat was dry. "Yes." He looked around from his prone position and blinked
blearily. "Where are they?"

"They needed to eat and rest and tend to their dragons. They'll return."
Qorri also had to make sure that they were taken care of. If they neglected
themselves, they would be no good to him. "Is there anything I can do to
make it better for you? What do you need?"

It seemed as though he had just woken up and they had been there; he had no
idea of how much time had passed or how long he had been in the infirmary.
He lifted his head, frowned and tried to push himself to a sit, but only
managed to get up on one elbow. "I don't know..." He blinked rapidly. "Want
up."

Sighing, she reverted to her old role as nursemaid and walked over to him.
"Not too fast there bronzerider. You're not as young as you used to be and
good thing for you." Qorri had a thing for young riders after all. Putting
herself in position to assist him, she made sure to measure the movement.
"If you feel dizzy, close your eyes."

"I'm fine..." he grumbled hoarsely, but much of the weight of his shoulders
ended up in her hands. He did feel a little dizzy, and he slowly shook his
head, but surprisingly, it didn't dispel the dizziness. "How long have I
been here..." He swallowed and looked at the table beside him, stubbornly
reaching for the water.

"About four days," she answered before adjusting to his weight. Luckily
Qorri was no wilting flower. She bore the brunt of him without problems.
Watching
him go for the water, she let him take his time and watched, hoping he might
manage it.

He grabbed at the water, nearly spilled it, but managed to grip it with a
weak hand. Licking dry lips, he lifted it to his lips and drank, guzzling
the liquid with frantic intensity. He stopped with a sigh and looked at her,
now realizing that she held him up. He frowned, but spoke, his voice a
little more clear. "Thank you."

"Aye well just glad to see you're thirsty. Do you think you can sit up?" She
didn't let him loose. **Probably need to pour some more of that.** His lips
were dry and it was obvious he needed nourishment. She couldn't feed him
too much too quickly though. First things first, the man needed healer
attention.

As much as he hated to admit it, D'hol was uncertain as to if he _could_ sit
up. "I don't know." Shards, that grated on his pride. He took a deep breath
and forced himself upright, wavered and slumped forward, catching himself,""
but just barely. "Can I have more water?"

She watched him for a moment, the moved away to get him more water. Once
the glass was poured, she put it into his hands. At least he could grip.
That was a good sign. "Don't drink too much too fast. Steady.."

"Thanks." He tipped the glass up to his lips, the cool water feeling like a
soothing balm against his parched throat. He shuddered and finished the
glass before closing his eyes. He was far too sleepy to stay upright. He
wavered then slowly slid back to his back with a soft thump.

"I'll go tell the healers you're up. You need to take it easy though and
stop trying so hard so fast. Do you need a blanket or anything?" She
frowned, trying to
make sure he even had clean clothes. Jeyme would see to that though
probably.

He just shook his head, mumbling an negative. His eyes fluttered closed as
his body forced him back into sleep to heal.

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