'The World of Pern(tm)' and 'The Dragonriders of Pern(r)' are copyright to Anne McCaffrey (c) l967, 2000. This is a recorded online session, by permission of the author but generated on PernWorld MUSH for the benefit of people unable to attend.

Fort Weyr - Central Infirmary

This room looks fairly similar to most other infirmaries, with it's faint scent of antiseptic and an eerie quiet that goes along with convalescence. Rows of cots line both walls, each separated by a privacy screen. Breaking the line of cots along the outside wall is a entrance to the dragonhealing section of the infirmary. The far end of the oval room is filled with metal cabinets that hold the tools of the Weyrhealers trade, as well as a desk from which the healer can supervise his domain. Upon one wall rests a thick 'chart' containing the information on all patients within the infirmary.


With Spring just past and Summer just begun, the days are warmer and the sun is setting later. With lingering light those who work in the outdoors can remain longer at work, which isn't always such a wonderful thing. Dinner has come and gone, dusk having finally settled over the Weyr when Edani enters the infirmary and eases himself down to sit on an empty cot and wait for a healer to notice him. He doesn't look hurt - at least there's no blood anywhere.

Hotaru seems to find herself at the worst places at the worst times sometimes. She'd gone down just to pick up her laundry, and had somehow been drafted into extra chores as "favors" to some of the drudges down there. Mostly by delivering clean sheets to the infirmary, which should have been done a lot sooner. She's got two bundles of nicely folded sheets with her, though she looks a bit lost on entry into the infirmary. After trying to ask a few of the healer staff what to do with them unsuccessfully, she sighs a bit, plunking them down onto a cot which happens to be near Edani's. "So what do they got you in here for?" She looks at Edani curiously. No blood. "Is it contagious?"

The healers are in the back room having a meeting, apparently because their voices carry faintly through the open door back there. The large space seems fairly empty, the few people scattered in cots sleeping or reading so it's quiet - and boring. So the sigh and sound of sheets plopping on the cot next to him is a welcome diversion even if Edani seems the patient sort, not fidgeting or tapping his toes or anything. In fact he's sitting very still. The young man turns his head, considers the girl for a moment, then allows a hint of a grin to play on his lips, "I hope not." He's curious though, "Why red glasses?"

Either Hotaru was told to wait and actually give the sheets to someone, or she's curious about Edani's condition or maybe she's just bored. Any which way, she's sitting down on the cot, but on the other side of Edani. Just to be safe. She peers at him over her glasses suspiciously. "So what's wrong with you then? They don't normally do check ups this late at night, do they?" Hotaru swings her feet and the big heavy boots they're wrapped in once she's up on the cot. She adjusts the glasses, then shrugs. "I dunno. I like them. I don't need 'em to see or anything, if that's what you're asking. They just make me look cool." She grins to him.

Edani considers the glasses dubiously. "I guess," he says slowly, "that I don't really understand 'cool'. They make the whites of your eyes look sort of pink." The voices back there drone on but there's the sound of a chair scraping, then footsteps and a middle-aged woman healer enters, pauses then heads their way. "I have no idea when they do check ups. I'm not here for one anyway. I'm here to-" "And whatsa goin' on here? Ya kids are not patients, I'd know. You-" Hand on her hips, the healer's thick accent rings out as she points to Edani. "Bring your girlfriend in for somethin?" Edani blinks, starts to laugh and then sucks his breath in, shaking his head.

Hotaru blinks, then giggles a bit. "Okay. They make pretty much everything pink if you look through them. Well, it's more red than pink, I guess." She looks back towards wherever it is the healers are having a meeting when she hears a chair scraping across the floor. "Eh?" She asks him when he's interrupted. "No… I'm just here to deliver these." Hotaru pats the two stacks of sheets, then gets to her feet. She has the feeling she's about to be shooed. She grins then when the healer accuses Edani of bringing his girlfriend in. Was that her? "No. I came on my own." She says with a grin. Oh yes, two can play at this game. All at Edani's expense, of course. "He won't tell me what's wrong with him, though."

The healer eyes the sheets, then she eyes Hotaru narrowly. "They go in that cabinet over there." And she points, clearly expecting the girl to put them inside it. It's only a few steps away, but there's Edani. Who she frowns at, "Followin' your girl around on chores inna allowed. Be off now." Taking a quick breath, the beastcrafter says, "Oh she's not my-" and then winces, lifting a hand to his side. He's gone a shade or two paler. "I was getting to it," he tells Hortaru when he can speak. Dark eyes lift to the healer who is watching him even more sharply now. "Got kicked in the ribcage by a heifer this afternoon, Ma'am. So you now know why," this last bit to Hotaru, "I said I hope it's not contagious." Because damn it hurts!

Hotaru hoists the sheets up and puts them into the cabinet like she's told. A good work ethic is something she learned on the cothold. It seemed like most of the other weyrbrats spend their days avoiding chores instead of just doing them and getting them over with. She blinks at Edani as he holds his side. "Is it appendicitis!?" Was that contagious? She didn't think so. Also he's holding the wrong area, not that she knows. "Ooh." The teen says at his explanation. "No, not contagious." Hotaru doesn't seem to be getting out from underfoot, though. She's moving over to Edani to try to lift up his shirt to look. Not shy, apparently. Though the healer probably will shoo her. "You think you broke any ribs?"

Hotaru doesn't get her hand swatted since Edani isn't the swatting type. Instead he grimaces and his fingers curl around her hand, gently but firmly stopping her with a, "Do you mind?" He doesn't let go of it, either, because she's probably the persistent type too. Now the healer will never believe she's not his girlfriend! "Git!" That's the healer to the red-bespectacled girl. waving her to resume putting those sheets away. "Remove your shirt," she tells Edani, who lets go of Hotaru's hand and gives her a stern 'back off' sort of look as he begins unbuttoning. Meanwhile the healer is sputtering on about how he should have come in right away and not waited. It's eye-roll worthy, that lecturing mother-henning.

It's hard to say. One wouldn't think a man would not want his girlfriend removing his clothes. But they are at the healers… She is the persistent type, but she's more likely to just wait until he's not paying attention then sneak a peek. Instead she'll just stand there with him holding her hand until he lets go to lift his shirt off. She returns the stern look to Edani, moving away a bit. He's not in danger of her poking at it or anything, but she does stand close enough to get a good look. And just sort of stands there, grinning and shaking her finger at him in a tsk-tsk sort of way. Both teasing him and mocking the healer while her back is turned. Why is Hotaru still here again?

It's hard not to laugh when Hotaru starts that even though it hurts. So Edani settles for trying not to smirk because that would risk angering the healer. And everyone knows better than to let a mad healer touch their hurty places. Buttons undone, the beast crafter shrugs out of his shirt only grimacing when he flexes his torso doing so to let the shirt drop to the cot. Dark brows lift in a 'satisfied' sort of way to the girl, not looking the least bit self-conscious to have not one female but two standing there watching him. Despite the livid purpling bruise on his ribcage, which must look even worse through red glasses, the view of lean waist and wide shoulders isn't bad, if you ask Edani.

Hotaru even knows better, which is why she's stifling her laughs. She'd feel bad if the healer got mad and started jabbing at the beastcrafter or something. She grins at him. "It's gross." Was he expecting a different reaction? Hotaru is tempted to wolf-whistle at Edani, but that will get her thrown out for sure. She's not complaining, but probably too young to really appreciate Edani's male physique. Instead she just settles for giggling a bit. "Well, I gotta go. Should I come back later to help you to your cot?" Just to make the teasing worse, Hotaru (as fast as she can manage) sneaks in a kiss to Edani's cheek before excusing herself. Really he ought to be glad she didn't give him a purple-nurple or something. Poor Edani.

"No you-" Blink! This girl he doesn't even know just kissed him. He chuckles, calling after her, "I'm not staying!" Then more quietly to the healer, who has begun poking and prodding, he says stubbornly, "I'm not stay- ow!" Hissing at the touch, he puts up with it and her harangue, breathing a sigh of relief when she says to lie down while she's going to get bandages and ice. "I should've told her it was the flu," he mutters to himself as he eases back onto that cot. Back she comes and before Edani can stop her, she gives him a shot. It’s fellis. Welp. He's staying.