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 No Guts, No Glory, AU:18 (Kiefer/Tedaon)
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Kiefer wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep. It felt like centuries, but he was still abominably tired. Moments after that realization, he remembered why, and felt the deep ache of his wounds – dulled by fellis, numbweed, and who knew what else, but still present. Without needing to try, he knew that moving would be impossible; if he’d any flesh left on his stomach at all, it was ruined. Sleepily, he wondered that he was even alive – and questioned whether even that were true. Dying could feel like this. Kiefer couldn’t be sure if he was even going to make it, but then he didn’t care too much about the answer.

Was he alone in here? Solitude had never bothered him; in fact he had always preferred it. Slowly he turned his head, one way and then the next, feeling strongly as though his muscles had abruptly turned to lead. None of his limbs felt moveable, so he didn’t try. Glancing about, however, at least told him where he was – it looked like an infirmary, though he’d never been in the one at Dalibor. Must be where they’d put him. Nowhere else he could go, he decided after a moment, except maybe in the ground. Faranth, he could still feel the wher’s claws ripping out his insides.

He shivered.

Suddenly being alone didn’t feel so comforting. Vaguely he recalled that something in his dreams had been bothering him – it must have been that. Must have been the bronze’s attack, replaying again while he slept. Kiefer closed his eyes, but all he could imagine was the sensation of blood and tearing, and the wher’s tongue on his face.

Something licked him.

He flinched, turning aside when his body failed to obey the command to jerk away. Heart suddenly pounding, he turned warily back to the thing that had licked his face, expecting a wher and wondering if help would come. It wasn’t a wher. Peering over the side of his bed was his dog, staring grimly into his face. Upon seeing that his master was alive, the tremendous hound laid his head on Kiefer’s shoulder, his furry head close by the wher candidate’s chin.

”Kuno,” he breathed, marveling that even a word could hurt. Something was moving to his other side; Kiefer glanced over and caught the form of a tall man – a healer? – headed in his direction. Rather than try to greet him, he waited, dark eyes following the stranger’s movement. Kuno, deceptively still, also tracked the man with wary eyes, guarding his injured master.

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Although there were many in the Infirmary, Tedaon oversaw the recovery of the candidates who had been unfortunate enough to be dragged off the sands in pieces. Luckily, they had been able to keep most everything together. The healer worked and slept, barely taking any time for himself. Not that he really had much else to do other than work. He and Maeldun continued to check each of the patients with the latter having stitched together more than one candidate in the days following the hatching. It was Maeldun's job to fix them up and it was Tedaon's to make sure they stayed that was.

The hatching was not the bloodiest Tedaon had seen in all his turns as a healer and even in all the turns as a Rider. No, but that didn't bear stating. There was no point in telling someone that they needn't worry because their wounds were not as bad as someone else's. It offered no comfort. Yet it was his job to get them back on their feet, it would be Ulian's job to mend the broken minds.

Tedaon turned as he heard one of the patients wake. Kiefer had been out almost ever since he had been dragged from the sands and it was a relief to see him come back to the land of the living. Tedaon approached the young man.
"Welcome back," He said in an almost monotone, "Don't worry, everything's where it should be. You have Maeldun to thank for that."

He kept his distance for a moment, noting the alert pose of the hound.
"How are you feeling."
On a scale of one to excruciating pain, he thought the lad would get to the higher end of the spectrum should he try to move. Neras landed on his shoulder and peeped softly at the hound although he knew it would not understand.

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Tedaon welcomed him back – to life? – and a corner of Kiefer’s mouth twitched. No real smile came forth, but then he rarely smiled to begin with, never mind when he’d been happily shredded by a mad wher. The healer approached him, and he could feel Kuno’s hackles rise and the low growl rumble through his throat. Only this once, he wished that his dog were friendlier, less of a guard. ”Who ist Maeldun?” Vaguely, he remembered seeing this healer’s face over him at the healers’ camp, before he passed out. Between Tedaon and the stranger Maeldun, he suspected, he had a great deal of thanks to give.

Perhaps when his wounds were healed he would feel more thankful, but right now he just hurt.

”Kuno!” he hissed, and the hound eyed him before ceasing to growl. Though his hackles were still up, the white beast was willing to listen to his master even knowing he could enforce nothing; he huffed and sat still, his head remaining on Kiefer’s shoulder. Once that issue was dealt with, at least for the time being, he turned his attention to the question. ”Sore,” he admitted. ”Tired.” An understatement, but oh well. Death could drag him away by the ankle at this point and he would hardly notice or care.

Yet even though he just wanted to fall asleep again and fade from the world, he did have a handful of questions to ask. ”How long haff I been out?” Hours? Days? Surely it couldn’t be the latter. Kiefer had never slept that long for any reason. Because he couldn’t resist, despite the shiver of anxiety at hearing the answer, he added more quietly, ”how bad is it?” Clearly he had survived, but nothing felt right. After being mauled he hadn’t seen the wounds – he’d only felt them before passing out under the healers’ care. Probably that was for the best, but… he wondered.

Kuno, noticing the black flit chirping, eyed him. While he had seen firelizards before, it was evident that the canine might not be a big fan of them. Of course he didn’t understand that the sounds were meant to be reassuring; he glared at Neras, but His had told him off, so he didn’t growl.

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Tedaon assessed the situation as the young man spoke, assessing how much of the truth he should tell. It was something he did with all patients. Young children didn't need to know all the ins and outs of what had happened to them. They needed to know what to do in order for it not to happen again. Older people usually wanted to know more information. How it happened, what had been done, how severe were their injuries. All information he was willing to provide to a certain degree. Tedaon would never describe an injury in such detail but he would provide just enough information to help them out. Therefore, he settled on most of the truth without the gory bits.
"Master Maeldun is the Weyr's Master surgeon and a very good one at that," He answered.

The canine was now alert and Tedaon, not wanting to damage his other hand, slowed his movements to ensure that nothing he did would alarm the animal. Of course, if he could not be controlled, he would have to be removed from the infirmary. As a healer and as someone who worked exclusively with recovery, Tedaon was always loathe to remove something familiar from a patient. Still, Kiefer managed to calm the beast for the most part. Tedaon's shoulders relaxed some and although he kept the canine in the corner of his eye, he wasn't as anxious.
"A few days," he said quietly, "Mostly, we also needed to keep you asleep until the worst of the wounds could begin to heal over."

He settled beside the patient and answered the second question, a lot of empathy in his voice.
"You will have to undergo a lot of work to feel the same again. Your muscles will take a long time to heal. They were deep gashes but fortunately nothing vital was severely damaged. But I do believe that with time and work you will get back to normal."
There would be a lot of work the boy would have to do, Tedaon was determined to have him well enough for the next hatching but there was no guarantee and therefore he made no comment about that.

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Kiefer’s almost lethargic ways had fooled people in the past any number of times. Slow-moving, slow-speaking, he was nonetheless far from stupid. Maeldun, master surgeon. Any healer could do stitches, he knew – they all had to patch up injuries. Surgery, on the other hand… that wasn’t common, wasn’t always safe. His injuries must be very severe. Breathing a sigh, the wher candidate glanced away from Tedaon, up to the ceiling, as if it held some kind of cure. Whatever the actual damage was, and whatever he was going to have to do in the coming months, it seemed that he owed this Maeldun a tremendous debt. Like as not, he owed this man at least as much.

Willing enough to answer his queries, the healer received a calm, silent stare from his patient as Kiefer listened to his answers. So he had been out for some time, then. Tedaon seemed very down-to-earth and sensible; the farmer was unconsciously glad that the first healer he woke to was of the calmly reassuring variety. ”I see,” he said softly. Fellis ran heavily in his blood; he could feel the numb sleepiness shielding him from his injuries. ”It ist kind off you. Thank you.” Necessary, as the healer said – but kind all the same. Kiefer didn’t want to guess what the ‘worst’ of the wounds might be. That sounded like a morbid train of thought waiting to happen.

Kuno eyed the healer as he sat next to his human, but didn’t move. Kiefer’s eyes flicked toward him, and then back to the healer as he spoke. It was a great deal to digest; his gaze slid away as consideration stole over his features. Even working on the farm, he had never been seriously injured. Occasionally he had been cut or bruised; once he’d had a bad kick from a runner, but nothing like this. Kiefer was used to being self-sufficient and strong; he thrived on hard work and independence. No fault of Tedaon’s that it had all changed, so the candidate only sighed, rather than turning any frustration on the healer. Even if he’d wanted to, he hadn’t the energy to summon his ire. ”Ah.” Forcing his muscles to move, he lifted his broken hand, glancing at the swath of bandages over his hand and wrist. Evidently the hand had needed attention as well. Kiefer let it fall back to his side, wincing slightly as it landed. Ah, well. That was nothing, compared to everything else.

”Ah… it must haff been a great deal off vork,” he murmured quietly. By the expression on his face, it was easy to see that he understood the ramifications of what the healer said. There would be no working for him, not for some time. It wasn’t an easy truth to accept, but he understood the implications, and accepted that the man knew what he was talking about. And speaking of the healer… Kiefer studied his features, thoughtfully, his eyes deadly serious. ”Vat ist your name?”

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Tedaon realised that Kiefer seemed to be a practical sort of man. He didn't respond with anger or frustration, he simply responded with understanding. It was always a relief for him. Luckily some of their other patients had Impressed. That always seemed to work as a nice medicine of sorts. The young lad who'd lost his leg, for example, had been found by one of the dragonets. A good thing, too, because if he had not he would have never been able to Stand again. As it was, even he would have a lot of work to do before he might be able to take to the Skies as a rider.

The man expressed his thanks but Tedaon did not respond. He was not certain what to say; Just doing my job? Wasn't going to leave you there? It seemed insensitive given that Kiefer was just trying to express his gratitude. Tedaon instead nodded his head to the patient. Even as he described in vague detail the injuries, he watched as the candidate lifted his arm and examined it. A man like this would no doubt be determined to get back on his feet as soon as possible. Tedaon only hoped that he would also make sure that he took the time to heal and didn't rush into anything too quickly. Sometimes people tried to heal faster than their body could and injured themselves more.

At least he wasn't hurting too much. There would have been only a dull pain no doubt. Tedaon always tried to be careful with how much fellis he used. He had known one too many people who'd managed to get themselves addicted to the stuff.
"Tedaon, been here a few turns now."
He would work on it with the candidate, getting him back into shape. It was not only his job but something he did enjoy, seeing someone heal and overcome their injuries.

"Dalibor will, of course, continue to allow you to stay as long as you need to heal." Sometimes candidates worried about the fact that they were no longer earning their keep when they were injured. Tedaon always tried to make sure that they knew Dalibor had a duty of care to them especially when they were injured in a hatching.

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Unaccustomed to expressing thanks himself, Kiefer didn’t react when Tedaon said nothing. More than likely he would have remained silent too. He let it pass, giving the impression that he hadn’t even noticed the lack of response. Many things were more important than waxing dramatic over a matter of healing. Of course it mattered to him; of course he wished to be grateful. But he didn’t need acknowledgment of it, being content to express his thoughts (however awkwardly) and then move on.

While Tedaon’s assessment of his temperament was entirely correct, the farmer was content to remain where he was for now. Perhaps later – in a few days – he would test his strength, if he had any left, but the results would undoubtedly be disappointing. Presently his only attention was on the healer as he introduced himself, and Kiefer nodded slightly. ”Kiefer,” he answered, though the man undoubtedly knew that by now. Zanii – did he correctly remember her, helping to lift him off the sand? – had likely told the healers who he was. Conscious enough now that he should be able to remember the name, the wher candidate quietly committed it to memory. Generally he was not good with faces, or names, but he expected that this one would stick.

”It ist good to know.” It had never even occurred to him that Dalibor might require him to leave the infirmary, but it was useful enough information to know that they wouldn’t. Perhaps he would have considered it later, were it not for Tedaon’s words now.

Realizing that there was at least one more thing he should probably mention, the wher candidate met the healer’s eyes, Kuno still watching the interaction with measured interest. ”My dog ist Kuno,” he murmured, though the name was unimportant unless the man wanted to get his hound’s attention. ”Iff you do not touch him, he vill not bite.” He paused. ”Iff he ist not meant to be here, I vill sent him out.” If the healers tried to remove the canine by force, he was certain there would be a good deal of blood and biting. Infirmaries were not known to be animal-friendly areas; while he was uneasy at the idea of sending Kuno out on his own, the dog was independent and capable, and would no doubt be better served outside in the stables than being chased away by well-meaning healerfolk.

Kiefer, on the other hand, quietly hoped he could stay.

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"It's nice to meet you properly Kiefer although I do wish it were under better circumstances." Tedaon answered.
Of course, he had indeed been told the candidate's name once all those injured had been brought in. Some had been able to walk out but not before Tedaon told them that they were to return either for physical therapy or bandage changes. The list of those that needed to come and see him was given to Zanii and Ulian so that they would know why candidates might have been missing from chores. Plus, if a candidate or two got complacent they could direct them back to the infirmary. Those that had remained, he'd told both Candidatemasters the rough extent of their injures and made a guess at when they would be healed.

However, the candidate seemed thankful for the information he passed on. It was one of the frequently asked questions, if you will, and therefore it was easier to mention now than let a candidate fret about it whilst recovering. The primary job that they needed to complete now was to get better. Hopefully to a point that they would be able to Stand again. Tedaon nodded his head and then looked back at Kuno as Kiefer spoke about the hound.

The beast seemed relatively clean as far as he could tell. Didn't seem to be terribly misbehaved or anything. Kiefer was in the recovery area. There were generally less open wounds. Bandages for sure but he did not seem like the type of animal to get into the supplies.
"For now he can stay. If he causes any problems he will have to be sent out. I do think it will be good."

He paused a moment longer.
"I must warn you that if you push your recovery, you could do worse damage than you fix. To start with, the exercises will be slow. You need to make sure you don't do more than I say."
Tedaon looked at him seriously. He understood the need to move, the need to be busy.
"And... It will be boring so we have some harpers come in sometimes to entertain and read to patients. You should let me know if there are people you would like to see or things you might like to do while you're here."

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Better circumstances, indeed. Kiefer acknowledged the sentiment with a quirk of the brows. Nothing more need be said on the matter, he figured. Small talk was difficult on his best days, and this was not his best day. Furthermore, what was done, was done. All they could do now was deal with it and move forward. Spending time in the infirmary had never been on his list of priorities, yet here he was. Tedaon at least seemed to be of the level-headed, sensible sort. Most healers he’d encountered had been of a similar persuasion, and although he couldn’t judge much (he’d rarely spent time in their care), Kiefer guessed that this was the ideal temperament for such an occupation. Someone high-energy and overly chipper would drive him mental, he was sure. Not something one needed when destined to bed rest for the foreseeable future.

To the end of moving forward, the candidate made his explanation regarding the dog currently taking up residence at his side. Kuno loved to work, but he loved his master more; Kiefer suspected that he would not voluntarily leave his side for much. When Tedaon agreed that the canine could stay – under circumstance that he behaved – the farmer nodded. ”He ist vell trained. He vill not be a problem.” Indeed, as if to prove his master’s point, Kuno elected to stop staring down the healer. Rising, the hound turned about a few times and then dropped on the floor, curling up so that he could see under the legs of Kiefer’s cot but otherwise giving every indication of relaxation. Good. Kiefer was more thankful than he let on that the healer would allow the dog to stay.

Words like that had been expected, and now that he had actually heard them, half-dreaded. Silencing the sigh that wanted to rise in his chest, Kiefer nodded slightly. Tedaon’s expression reminded him somehow of the look his father used to give him when he was a child – the one that suggested his words were to be taken seriously. Kiefer had always been a good listener. He only hoped he could tolerate the kind of inactivity that Tedaon spoke about. For nearly twenty Turns he had worked, day in and day out, using his muscles to occupy his mind and vice versa. ”Ja,” he agreed quietly. Rebellion, he suspected, was both pointless and not an option. What was he to do, anyway? Presently he couldn’t even move, never mind more than he was able.

”I unterstand.” Being read to by harpers… was this what the bronze wher had done to him? Kiefer’s smile was barely there, utterly droll. ”I haff only Kuno.” No friends, no family. Choosing not to think of how he was going to occupy himself when he could spend more than a short while awake, the candidate glanced away, then back to the tall healer. One more question hung heavy at the edge of his thoughts, and he chose to ask it, opting for answers over maddening mystery. ”How long?”

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The healer nodded his understanding. If the canine stayed out of the way and caused no trouble, there should have been any issues. The likelihood of infection was lessened at present given that the wounds had been cleaned and dressed. Whenever they changed the dressings, he was certain that he could have that done without the canine causing any further damage. In fact, as these thoughts were running through his head the hound turned on the spot and lay on the ground as placid as any grey dragon. He folded his arms, approvingly, relaxing his own posture now that he was certain he wasn't about to lose his other hand to the animal.

Tedaon was also pleased that this particular patient seemed to understand the seriousness of listening to him. The worst thing was for someone to decide they were ready to jog from here to Crescent as soon as they woke up. Kiefer's stitches should allow for the skin to begin mending itself
"The skin will take around 6 weeks to fully heal given the depth of the tears. You will need to be careful not to burst any of the stitches with unnecessary straining. However, we will try getting you moving before that." Tedaon answered honestly, "It might take around four months to get you independently back on your feet."

"Later today, when you are feeling a bit more together, someone will come by to get you into a seated position. We will be trying to get you moving with assistance as soon as possible. Hopefully within the next couple of days."
Long periods of boredom followed by some of the hardest work he would have ever done in his life. Yet Tedaon was certain that his patient had the capability to work hard in this aspect. Determination was also as much a medicine as anything he could provide.

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Kiefer wasn’t one to thank luck for much of anything, but he was glad that he had spent so much time training his canine – and also that Kuno chose this moment to display that training. Part of it, anyway. At least the creature demonstrated his good sense and the fact that he was not an aggressive airhead. Tedaon looked to approve of Kuno’s action and seemed to relax; the wher candidate breathed a silent sigh. Now that the dog had disappeared out of his line of sight, the farmer had but the healer to focus on – and admittedly that was who he had been paying attention to for most of this time. Dark eyes registered the movement as Tedaon crossed his arms; until this moment he hadn’t studied the healer’s form very thoroughly, but now he noticed the missing hand. Consideration flickered across Kiefer’s face. A note of respect, perhaps, under that. Healers did of course know their business, for the most part, but this one, it seemed, would know more even than most.

He said nothing about it – it wasn’t his place to ask – but he did notice. And accepted that Tedaon had been on both sides of this bridge, at some point. Kiefer watched the man’s face, following his words as the healer explained the answers he both needed and dreaded hearing. Realism was in his blood; the wher candidate didn’t expect to be out of here this time next week. Whatever answer the healer gave him, he thought he was prepared for. At the very least, he managed to keep the disappointment out of his expression at the answer. No sense being upset over something he’d no chance of changing. ”Ah.” A wry half-smile pulled slightly at one corner of his mouth. ”I vill not be vorkink for some time, it seems.” Half of him wondered if he should send Kuno back to the stables, at least part of the time, so that one of them could occupy themselves.

Probably, yes. The hound was well-behaved, but even he was unlikely to stay so if forced into inactivity. Kuno would do as his master said, but he would be hard-pressed to want to listen if he had no work to do. Kiefer couldn’t help but reflect that they were very much the same, that way. No sense inflicting his fate on the loyal dog, though. ”Vell. Iff you say so, I vill do it.” His father had taught him to listen to people that knew more than he did. Kiefer tried to subscribe to that belief. For now, he also tried to suppress the horror at the idea that he would be idle for months on end. As yet, he hadn’t tried moving – didn’t quite know just how much work that could really be.

While he struggled with small talk, he also half wanted to find a distraction – some topic that wasn’t evidence he’d woken up crippled for months. He did not converse easily with people at the best of times, and even less so when so distracted. But all the same, he murmured after a moment, nodding in the direction of the healer’s knots, ”you haff been doink this a long time, ja?”

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Unfortunately, they were headed into winter. That meant it would be harder to get Kiefer walking outside. It would be ill advised to have him walking around in the cold snow. When the body was already weakened by injury or disease, the cold could have an adverse impact. That said, he was confident that everything should heal and the man would not be permanently disabled. So long as he did as Tedaon said and ensured that he did not push himself too hard.
"Not your regular work, that's for sure." Tedaon answered.

Kiefer was assuring him that he would be careful but he found that people rarely strained at the beginning instead they caused damage when they got to the stage where they felt they could do everything they used to be able to. Towards the end of their healing, in other words. Hopefully the wounds would heal quickly and the four months was an overestimation. Best to over estimate in Tedaon's experience. He nodded, pleased that the candidate understood.

"Yes. I started when I was a boy. First with dragons and then nearly twenty turns ago I switched to specialising with humans instead," Tedaon answered, "Before I came to Dalibor."
The pain had been so fresh then. It seemed such a short time ago that he had put in for the transfer and yet he'd been so determined to remain in a Weyr. Here he was, pained and yet somewhat comforted by the occasional voices of the dragons in his mind.

"So I do have a vague idea what I'm doing," He grinned almost lopsidedly at the candidate.

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Kiefer was prepared for that answer by Tedaon’s previous responses, but it was still something of a disappointment to hear. Well… oh well. They had been warned in candidate lessons that mauling was a possibility. Losing his ability to work was something the wher candidate had not thought seriously about (who honestly believed they would be gutted by a random wheret?) but now that the reality was upon him, he supposed he would just have to deal with it. Consequences were something he was familiar with; feeling slighted because he couldn’t act as normal was both petty and foolish. He’d chosen to stand for whers. Now he was at least going to try to do as he was told. Presently, it was quite easy to lie still. He’d deal with the restlessness later, when it mattered more.

Precisely what he’d been looking for: a distraction. Vaguely, the farmer wondered how old Tedaon must be, to have switched specialties almost twenty turns ago. But it didn’t matter, not really, although one thing did nag at him. Kiefer wasn’t one to pry, so he would drop it if need be, but the candidate did ask. ”Vat changed your mind?” Dragons were very different from humans. Preferring plants and animals to people himself, the farmer could well understand the desire to specialize in dragonhealing rather than human. Were he inclined to be a healer, and tolerant enough of human life to do well at the craft, he too would pick dragons.

Tedaon’s grin received an answering one from Kiefer, although the expression came totally as a surprise even to himself. Perhaps he was just addled from the fellis, softened enough to have an amused reaction to something. Normally humour of any kind went straight over his head. ”It ist a different sort off place, Dalibor,” he reflected after a moment. Evidently returning a joke of any kind was still too much to ask; Kiefer had not a funny bone in his body. The candidate frowned slightly. ”Or I haff let ze fellis get to my head.”

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