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Western is quiet and dark in these wee hours, peaceful even, save the occasional croon or warble in the distance. Damasth's head shoots straight up and without hesitation she is dropping from the ledge, nose first, wings batting. Have her mate's nightmares taken her too? There had been movement on the ledge, yes, and Lissi's place in bed is now empty, and, the pretty green is streaking down the side of the cavern wall, her screech shrill. Something definitely isn't right.
L'ton had returned to Western later than normal, the brassy bronze Dhonzayth taking off almost immediately for the Sands, leaving L'ton to curl up, exhausted, with an already dozing Lissi. Exhausted, he doesn't move as Lissi slips away, and yet, there's a shrill screech and he's sitting up, scrambling to figure out where he is.
[DTU/Project] Dhonzayth senses that Damasth can barely see straight, her mind whirling every vivid color, panic lacing her thoughts. Image flash.. the side of the cavern rushing past.. a snapshot of Lissi, looking so peaceful, though her hair is flying wildly about her and her body seems suspended oddly…she's falling. «Can't.. get.. her… help me.. help me» Is the plaintative request. More visions.. she's falling so fast.. a green paw stretches, reaching, and the rider's body bangs against it then tumbles more wildly, greeting the rock walls with thuds and thumps. If the green even draws a breath it is unaudible in the midst of her panicked cries, the last image that of her mate rolling off the curve of the reaching green claw, and landing in a roll on a narrow ledge. Momentum carries her back, her body skidding to a stop near the back of a small niche in the rocks.
Dhonzayth is trumpeting loudly, shooting upwards, outwards, from the Hatching Grounds, brassy bronze angling to meet the green, before he's shooting upwards to the ledge. L'ton is already waiting, having struggled into shorts the moment Dhonzayth's mind begins to tell the tale, not even bothering with straps as he scrambles aboard, the bronze dropping to begin to look for that narrow, hopefully life-saving, ledge.
Damasth's claws catch on the ledge and her own downward spiral is halted though try as she may she can't reach far enough to get Lissi. Frantic, she paws and reaches, futilely clawing at the niche, her face pressed to the jagged rocks to reach as far inward as she can, clawtips falling on stone, her beloved mate mere inches from her grasp. Lissi is unmoving. Cuts and bruises dot her arms and from where she lays on her side one can see that her face is bleeding a little, though crimson steadily spreads into the fibers of her nightgown, from wounds beneath. The ledge is narrow, yes, and the niche stretches back and grows narrower, almost cave-like, a shelter for a flit perhaps or other creature, just enough for Damasth to grip it while she flails against the rocks, wings batting.
Dhonzayth is scrambling for purchase, and finds none, hovering, his own croons of distress mingling with those of Damasth. L'ton leans and shifts, attempting to see his 'mate, to spot her, before he's shifting his weight upon the bronze neck, Dhonzayth moving to make the jump to the narrow ledge easier. Landing, L'ton nearly looses his balance, but recovers, ducking down to try and peer through the darkness. "Lissi.." he whimpers.
Damasth moves enough to let Dhon close, her own cheek gashed, wings rubbed here and there from the constant friction against the rough rocks. Her claws are jaggedly worn down, a few broken, and her eyes whirl in distress as she clings to the rockface, waiting. Still no movement from the greenrider and a closer look would reveal that her nose is bleeding and her hair matted with blood from a deep cut behind her ear toward the back of her head. She is breathing, but shallow, and now and again a soft gurgle can be heard.
L'ton stretches out against the ledge, slowly shifting, sliding, moving to slide into the crevice, fingers brushing over the body there, gasping as he feels the warm wetness of blood, and he's hurriedly shifting to pulling her out, his basic training forgotten in the moment. Balanced precariously on the ledge, he pulls her part way into his lap, fingers and eyes struggling to determine the extent of her injuries.
Pale. Blue lips. Blood leaking at the corner of her mouth, from her nose, and with all the blood from her head wound, who can tell what else? No bones stick out, which is a miracle, likely, but she is banged up pretty bad, blood staining her gown and now L'ton's clothes. Damasth croons loudly, urgently, her head swooping in to pass over her mate, snuffling and sniffing, bumping the bronzer, fix her!
Fingers find her neck, her pulse slow and weak, and he's looking hurriedly around him. After a moment, he begins to tear wide strips from the bottom of her night gown, attempting to bind the worse of the wounds, the bloodiest, fingers tying tight knots over them even as he's attempting to figure a way *down*.
Lissi just lays there, limp, doll-like, breathing? Yes. Damasth paws and croons, panting even as L'ton binds up the worse cuts, the worst outward ones anyway. Down? Down. Get her down.. how? Damasth isn't sure but she's clawing along the face of the rocks wings flapping still yet.
Checking now and again, L'ton reassures himself that Lissi is still breathing, still has a pulse, and with the worse of the noticeable wounds bound, he's grabbing at Dhonzayth's single strap, tugging it loose from its clips and using it to begin to bind Lissi to himself, even as Damasth hangs on. "Hold on, Dama, hold on. Ah'm coming.." He murumrs, fighting with the length of leather.
Damasth lets go of the ledge and hovers, shaking, her face bloodied, crooning desperately on Lissi's behalf. To be so small, deadweight is hard to manage but thankfully she /is/ small and manageable, it might not be pretty but it will work.
L'ton balances Lissi against him, even as Dhonzayth is maenuevering closer, and - with the greenrider strapped to him, L'ton is managing to get on the bronze's neck. It was hardly graceful, and hardly painless, the bronzerider grimacing at the jarring stop, but almost as soon as they're settled, they're shooting for the ground, the infirmary, and help.
Her body is cold and lays where he puts it, though whatever isn't bound just sorta dangles. Damasth follows along, staying with the bronze pair, unwilling to let them out of her sight with her mate.
Dhonzayth neck drops as soon as they hit the ground, a trumpet echoing, even as L'ton own yells call for help, fighting to cut the knots to free her body, carrying the limp greenrider inside. "Help, please, help.." He gasps as he goes.

Western Weyr - Infirmary

Healers swarm to the rider and his bleeding package though grim looks are exchanged and one woman shakes her head, "We'll need someone from the hall or.. for her to be taken there.." she says as the work at trying to find out what all is wrong with the greenrider. "What happened?" she asks, glancing to the bronzer.
L'ton shakes his head hurriedly. "She.. can't.. between.. She's… all gurgly." L'ton's all wound up, still holding Lissi until they pull take her. "Dhon.. Dhon called the watchdragon at Healer." He stammers, eyes never leaving his 'mate, distracted. "She.. Fell. I think. She's.. been sleepwalking. I… I woke up, and it was too late."
Lissi is laid out on a gurney and the gown cut away, a gash to the side of her leg taking their attention first. "Good then…" the woman says of the call for help. "We'll work on what we can see..until they arrive.. so she doesn't bleed to death.. fell? From what.. a ledge?!" she asks incredulously, eyeing the bronzer, somewhat in disbelief.
"Up.." L'ton waves his hand to indicate the sky, nodding. "She.. She was on a ledge, part waydown. Not.. not all the way. Her.. Her green, couldn't catch…" He stammers, staring at Lissi as they begin their work, fingers plucking at his pockets, before he folds his arms selfconsciously over his bare chest.
A younger trainee brings L'ton a plain tunic, likely a lost-and-found item, but clean, smiling gently she pats his arm, trying to be calming. His weyrmate lays on a gurney, bleeding from various wounds, some scrapes, a few cuts, one large gash on her right thigh, and somewhere on her head, a cut from the back of her ear, disappearing into the mass of black curls, blood matting them. Her breathing is shallow and she gurgles, blood also leaking from her mouth and nose, out cold, unmoving.
Without ceremony or announcement, Alric strides into the infirmary. He's all business with the bluerider who brought them dismissed at the door and Aeryn right behind him. His keen eyes slide over the tableau, taking in Lissi and the healers and then bare-chested L'ton. The Craftmaster pauses near the other healers to offer assistance should they need it, but then he goes where he is most likely to be helpful - L'ton's side. He offers the man a hand and a grave nod. "I'm Alric. Anything you can tell us will be helpful, but you've got great healers here. They'll do everything they can." He pauses, flicks a glance at the gurgling woman on the gurney and carefully smooths his expression.
Aeryn enters the Infirmary a step behind Alric, having been briefed by the Rider who brought them and Alric himself. She is carrying a case with extra supplies, things for pain, suturing materials, bandaging in the event they should be needed. A quick glance is directed at the table where Lissi is lying, her grey eyes taking in the scene, assessing what the needs are. She strides to a counter, sets the case down and moves to wash her hands thoroughly before stepping to the table. "Put me to work." The blood leaking from her mouth draws her attention first, "Is that…coming from her lungs?"
L'ton stares blankly as he tugs the tunic over his head, settling the slightly too big garment over his shoudlers, eyes going immediately back to Lissi, chewing on his lip the whole time. As more healers arrive, L'ton barely flinches, gaze shifting only enough to recognize their presence. And then there's a voice at his ear, and he's jumping, startled, looking surprised. "I…. She.. fell. She's.. been sleep walking. There was a gate, but.." He shakes his head, stammering about it, even as he looks back to Lissi. "I.. I didn't wake up to stop her… I didn't get there fast enough." He says, guilt evident in his voice.
The little green outside is no less guilt-ridden than the bronzer inside. Her eyes whirl and she swings her head, crooning, loudly, her pretty hide marred with scuffs and scrapes. Inside, the rider is yet unmoving and each breath sends a little gurgle upward, a pitiful sound, her skin alabaster and stark compared to her ebon hair and the deep crimson that has been painted across her body via the swipe of fabric and jostling of the ride here.
Alric nods slowly, as if his motions are shifting to match L'ton's state of mind. "Come, let's sit just over here." He tries to lay a hand lightly on L'ton's shoulder, gesturing with the other hand toward a nearby cot - out of the way of the scurrying healers but hopefully close enough for the bronzerider's comfort. "First of all, things like this are no one's fault. You were taking precautions with the gate, and often sleepwalkers are very quiet when they first slip out of bed. You are here now and that is all that matters." He sits on the cot, patting the spot beside him. "Now, how long has she been sleep walking?"
L'ton hesitates as Alric tries to usher him, but at the hand on his shoulder, the bronzerider is giving in with a nod, moving to settle on the edge of the cot, running his hands through his hair a few times. Continuing to watch Lissi and the healers, its a long time before he responds, shaking his head. "Ah… A couple sevendays, Ah guess. Since.. that wildfire." He mutters, still watching Lissi rather than the healer next to him. "Ah.. though the gate would help."
Lyllynae is about a step behind Aeryn as she enters the infirmary. Dark eyes scan across the scene, but there's a certain nervousness about her. Healer yes, but still apprentice and not exactly having gotten into much with the emergency type situations yet. Lessons, hearing about it, learning about it is one thing - actually being there is a bit different.
Aeryn bends closer, listening with her stethoscope to the lungs and the sounds of Lissi's breathing. "That blood isn't foamy and it's a good sign. Shall we establish an airway?" But she notes the older woman is already sweeping Lissi's mouth with a square of gauze. She peers into Lissi's open mouth along with the other healer. "There it is - on the inside of her cheek. Small laceration." She straightens back up, noting Lyllynae's arrival and beckons her over. They can use the help! When the girl is near enough she asks quitely, "Can you get some crushed ice in a cloth bag?" She raises her voice just a bit to be heard by those nearly, "Where do you keep it? Anyone?"
She is small, not a lot of cushion, so bruises appear quickly here and there some more angry than the others. If only Lissi could wake up.. mind adrift.. so cold.. she just lays there, compliant to whatever is done, unable to protest or help in any way.
The healer straightens as well, "Let's turn her on her side. I don't want the blood going down her throat. She'll inhale it." Alric is beckoned, "Need you for a moment, please." It's a crisp request and she doesn't wait for him to answer as she turns to step to the head of the cot. Her fingers spread to gently cradle Lissi's head and neck. She points with her chin at the injured girl's form. "One at the hips one at the legs, on my count of three we roll to the right." She waits until the others are in position. "Ready? One, two, three!"
[DTU/Project] Damasth projects to Dhonzayth . o O ( I didn't catch her. She won't wake up. I can't lose her.. I can't.. She..she woke up when I reached for her.. she was so scared. )
L'ton continues to stare, watching the healers, fingers curling in the hem of his borrowed shirt, plucking at it nervously. Aeryn's request is enough, however, to get his attention, and he's stumbling to fill a cloth bag with ice shavings and cubes, returning to her side to offer it. As Lissi's rolled, his breath catches, and he hurriedly backs up, squeezing his eyes shut.
Alric is quick to comply, rank totally forgotten as the healer beckons him. It means he leaves L'ton behind, but the life of one is more important than the mental state of the other. He slides up to her hips, gets his hands in position and nods to the healer at her head. On the count he bears the brunt of the greenirider's weight, lifting as a team and gently turning her onto her side.
[DTU/Project] Damasth senses that Dhonzayth quickly entwines the green with coppers and bronzes as if to hold her close to him. « We did not catch her. Mine will not let her go.. »
Lyllynae slips over to Aeryn's side as she's beckoned having previously made sure to stay where she could see should she be needed but out of the way of those more experience. A nod follows the request and dark eyes search out whoever's giving the answer to the question of where. When L'ton holds out the bag she reaches out to take it from him and returns to the journeywoman's side waiting with it until its needed.
At least she isn't too heavy and rolls easily the gurgling easing up with the position and tending to her cut cheek. Her back is wounded as well though not as bad as the thigh, her small, frame looking even smaller in the bright light of the infirmary and surrounded by so many standing.. and hands. Blood has gathered where her head was laying and the glossy crimson matting is evident at the back of her head.
Aeryn grasps Lissi's feet, turning Lissi's body in unison with the others, keeping the spine straight. A smaller healer healer steps to relieve Alric, placing a hand on Lissi's hip to keep her from rolling. Aeryn nods to Lyllynae with a brief smile, "We'll need smaller packs made of that ice, one for the head, and a few other spots. Use pillowcases." She can leave the feet, so she steps away to get several folded blankets from a stack nearby. These are rolled and wedged behind Lissi to keep her in place.
[DTU/Project] Damasth projects to Dhonzayth . o O ( Swear. Swear he won't.. she's so cold. )
[DTU/Project] Damasth senses that Dhonzayth tightens the copper protectively. « Mine says he loves her and will never let her go. » Dhonzayth reassures the green.
"Are.. Are ya'll gonna be able ta.. ta fix her?" L'ton asks softly, looking from healer to healer, expectantly, even as he takes a few more shuffling steps backwards as she's propped with pillows. "Ah.. Ah should have caught her. Ah, Ah can't lose her." He stumbles over his words, pausing as he's backing into the cot.
The Healer waits until Aeryn places a small rolled towel under the side of Lissi's neck and something to secure her head from rolling. "Thank you, MasterHealer." Her voice is calm, professional. "I will see to the head wound if you," she indicates Aeryn with her chin, will see to the other injuries." Her eyes seek out Lyllynae, "Keep those ice packs handy. Meanwhile, I'll need you to see to the mouth. Just don't move the head." She indicates a nearby stack of gauze. The blood now trickles harmlessly from Lissi's slack mouth.
Lyllynae nods, "Yes ma'am," she replies turning to find just that, a stack of pillowcases. Ice is shifted between the bags and lined up in a small cluster for the others to grab and place as needed. Another nod and "Yes, ma'am," follows as dark eyes look up at the new directions and the girl shifts her place around to the other side of the cot Lissi is laid on.
Alric nods to the healer who is giving directions, and once he is sure Lissi is not going to go flopping backwards, he tucks his hands behind his back and then turns to rejoin L'ton at the cot. He's watching, ready to lend a hand, but too many cooks in the kitchen is an analogy that can work in the infirmary as well. As L'ton backs up blindly he lifts a hand to the man's arm, trying to guide him back down onto the cot. "Sit, lad." Lad, for all that the two are nearly the same age. "They're doing what they can. The fact that she's breathing easier now is surely a good sign. The best thing you can do is stay out of their way and try to stay positive." He takes a moment to give Lyllynae an encouraging little nod, then turns his eyes back to L'ton.
Aeryn nods and steps to the counter, gathering the supplies she will need, then returns. She places a small bowl with some powder in it on the table beside Lissi's mouth. "It is epinephrine dab a little of it on the cut, Lyllynae. It will stop the bleeding imediately." She moves to clean and inspect the other wounds.
At least she's a compliant patient? Had she landed directly on the ledge it would've been worse but the break in her fall against her lifemate's paw likely spared her. A moan. It's unintelligible but it /is/ a sound. That's good right?
"Ah.." And L'ton nods, slowly settling himself back on the edge of the cot, fingers plucking at it nervously, watching the healers do their job, and try and put the poor fallen Lissi back together. "If… If there hadn't been that ledge.." And then he's choking back, failing to consider the what ifs, looking at Alric nervously. "Ah… She didn't useta walk at night. She.. She was always crying, reaching… but there ain't never no one there."
Alric's brows dip into a faint frown, concern showing on his features as he slowly nods. "It's best not to dwell too much on what might have been. The ledge was there, and so was her dragon, and right now she's still breathing and making sounds and those are both very good things. This all started with the wildfire, you say?" Thoughtful, his bright eyes dart to the injured woman and then back. "Was she injured in it, or part of it in some important way? Sometimes trauma can cause nightmares which might lead to night wandering."
The Healer bends to inspect the head, carefully lifting the dark hair and folding the ear aside to see better. Fingers ever-so-gently probe and for a long moment she is silent. She doesn't speak at once. Instead she cleans the gash carefully. Reaching to swipe a bit of numbweed on it before carefully, but quickly stitching it closed with some neat sutures. Her hand pauses mid-dab as she's applying medicine to the wound at Lissi's moan, her eyes noting the color of her face and her breathing. She finishes with a thickly-padded bandage cushion the spot and it is secured with a wrapping that swathes Lissi's head, leaving the ends of her dark hair to poke out from underneath it. She does all with a minimum of movement to the Rider's head. Eyes flicking to see that Aeryn is doing well, then to Lyllynae, she says, "That's fine, the mouth should be all right for now. Go ahead and place the ice packs. One at the head, one on each of those bruised areas." The critical part done for now, she approaches L'ton.
Lyllynae nods, shifting the bowl just a bit as its set beside her. Probably best not to knock that on the floor right about now. Hands are a bit shaky, but she's trying to focus just on the task at hand rather than the rest of the woman's injuries. The girl reaches for a piece of gauze from that stack, carefully, or at least as carefully as she can, wiping away some of the excess blood in order to find the actual cut once again and placing that dap of epinephrine as directed - hand jerking back with the sound from the patient. Dark eyes, shift back towards the healer and she nods, setting to placing the ice.
Another moan and then Lissi's legs move. Subtley at first then with a sort of jerk one arms lifts and she is reaching again. "MMmm…ssss.." she murmurs hands batting at the hands on her, her body swaying forward and back, straining to move, no real control, so frustrated.
"Ah.. Ah didn't see anything, when she came back. Just.. real dirty. She.. She seemed sorta proud of herself, fer helping. But, then, she started waking up, nightmares and stuff. Ah.. She ain't really talk'd 'bout what she did, just that her and Damasth helped." L'ton offers, hoping that it helps the Master Healer, lifting his gaze to the healer that joins them, leaning to look past her to Lissi as she moans and moves, and then hopefully back to the Healer. "M-ma'am?"
Aeryn nods encouragement to Lyllynae, "I'm done with this one-" She's looking at the legs when they begin moving and she knows what's coming. "Lyllynae! Take the feet, just lay across them - keep them still!" She leans over Lissi's torso, eyes flicker to see if the other Healer has the Rider's head.
The tone of Alric's voice is the practiced soothingly low notes of a man who has sat on this sort of cot in this sort of situation far too many times. "Well let's just hope that she wakes up and then I can ask her myself. I'll do what I can to make sure that she doesn't keep walking in her sleep. And we'll be sure to post someone to watch her while she's recovering of co-" it's as far as he gets when Aeryn shouts her order to Lyllynae and he bounds up as well, closing the distance to the other cot in quick strides and leaning to help hold her down. "Easy Lissi, just lie still," he tries to calm her through the choas that's about to ensue.
The healer has her mouth open to speak to L'ton when Lissi begins moaning and she pivots one one foot quickly enough that she is back at the Rider's head when the flailing begins. "I need you-" her chin juts at L'ton to do what they-" her chin points at Aeryn and Lyllynae are doing. And you-" this is directed at Alric, "to take over for me here. Keep her still, I'm sedating her." Again, crisp and in command. She waits only as long as it takes Alric to secure the head and she is slipping away to fill a syringe with fellis. She swabs a spot on Lissi's arm, guides the needle smoothly into a vein, draws the needle back. A soft could of blood swirls up into the chanber; she has it right. She presses the plunger, injecting the stuff and waits as the girl quiets. There's a sigh, "That will keep her from injuring herself. I need a word with you, Bronzerider."
Lyllynae jumps too given the shout, doing just as told and laying across the woman's feet in effort of keeping her from moving as much as she can, dark eyes turning towards the other healers.
L'ton stares, panicking as Lissi starts to shake, and at the words of the healer, he's nodding and blindly running to her side, looking at the healers for direction, following their suit. As she's sedated, he stares, blinking a few times, slowly stepping back and nodding to the Healer without really thinking. "Y-Yes ma'am.." He says, dejections and worry evident in every ounce of his being.
Oh how she wants people to stop touching and poking and stitching her! She must, based on the strain in her voice and the way her hands stretch out. She's covered quickly enough and just as the wondeful, sedating goodness starts to drag her away, her eyes open long enough to make out the blury form of one L'ton. Lashes sweep down and her body goes lax and she takes him into her dreams with her.

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