Get Well Card for a Goldrider

Half Moon Bay Weyr - Infirmary
This long, rectangular cavern smells faintly of antiseptic and strongly of pleasant medicinal herbs. The general atmosphere is one of bustling but orderly quiet and strict cleanliness. The back of the room is dominated by a small hearth for heat and medicinal preparations and by swinging double doors that lead to a small DragonHealing bay, an emergency surgery for human patients, the main storage, and the staff area where Healers can eat, shower, change, and the like during their longer shifts. The front of the room is a waiting and reception area where patients and staff can check in to receive treatment and begin work, respectively. The east wall of the room features examination, birthing, recovery and outpatient treatment rooms while the opposite wall is curtained off to provide privacy and bed-space for patients requiring overnight care.

Half Moon Bay can certainly handle most of the routine and sometimes urgent treatment needs of its residents here. It lacks some of the equipment available at the main Healer Hall. Once they are stabilized, patients requiring specialized or ongoing care are surely transferred there.


Having some level of importance has its privileges, and that means a private little nook off in the corner of the infirmary, curtains for privacy and seclusion from the hustle and bustle around the cavern. While Miraneith might long since have taken herself back to her weyr to snooze the day away — particularly now that her rider's well out of danger — Enka's managed to finish lunch, and is propped up on the pillows. She's past the contagious stage, and is able to receive visitors, although as of yet, none have arrived.

Very soon the first visitor arrives- Iris had asked for notification when she could visit, that that notification finally came in the form of a quick fire lizard message. A healer assistant leads the junior weyrwoman back through the infirmary to the secluded corner, and as she pops in to start checking vitals on various patients in this area, Iris plops down into the visitor's chair next to Enka's bed. "Hallo there friend- I hear you are feeling better!"

Enka was working on a crossword puzzle or something in a book she'd picked up from Ierne on the last shopping trip — yeah, that trip — when there's Iris taking a seat next to her. Visitors trump crosswords, and are far more fun. "Seems like I got more than I bargained for, but the room's stopped spinnin' and I can sit up without … well, you know." It's really not polite to discuss bodily functions in semi-public with friends after all. "Healer says I'll be off workin' for a long time. Sorry to load that stuff on you."

Iris smiles warmly, leaning forward to listen as Enka speaks. There's an understanding, wry nod as Enka cuts off, "Yeah, yeah. That's improvement at least!" As far as work goes… the wry nod continues another moment longer and is joined by a shrug. "Well, it's just more paperwork. Just have to step up the organizational skills, haha," as she chuckles, her expression twists in a self-deprecating manner. "But we're making do, actually," she digs into her handbag and produces a small, plain green envelope, "this is for you." Enka will discover in there a get well card signed by various weyrstaff and folks who work in and around their offices.

"Could have been worse, I guess," Enka manages a droll sort of smile, rather watery and weak given her condition, but it's excusable. "You can do it, just grab some weyrbrats to help you with sortin' and filin' if you have to. Plenty of them need some work to keep them busy." The green envelop is accepted — ooh, for her?! — and she opens it, pulling out the card. "Awwh, thanks. Makes me feel better already." Mostly, the goldrider is still too pale and wan to be one hale and hearty lady. "Have I missed out on very much? Mir's been a little uncommunicative, but then for a while there, I don't think we were doin' much more than havin' her comfort and watch over me. Could barely feel her with me at times. Too woozy."

"You could've gone the way of Liora!" There's a brief smirk which breaks into a grin, "Sorry, too soon?" But her expression isn't particularly reconcilliatory. Again the wry smile, and then she's watching Enka open the envelope. "Glad to hear. We're all rooting for a full and swift recovery, but more important take your time. We'll figure out everything else in the meantime." Ah yes, everything else… Iris's eyes narrow for a moment. "Has Zi'on been in touch since you got coherent? Left you any messages?"

Enka just fixes the other goldrider with a look — oh dear, The Look perhaps? — before managing a sputtered chuckle. "I'm sick, Iris, dear, not sick." Well, when she says it that way, it sounds like Liora was infected with something that had nothing to do with germs or bacteria. "Since I'm not makin' any barnyard noises, I'm guessin' I'll be right as rain. Eventually." When, now that's hard to say. "But I shall fully intend to take advantage of a long and relaxin' recovery if I must. I'll probably have a list of demands for the healers. Soothin' cold baths, handsome men wavin' palm fronds at me and chilled drinks." With or without alcohol. "And I won't let 'em kick me out sooner just to get away from that." There's a pause, and she shakes her head. "What? No. Did he want to take Ezio around somewhere or somethin'?"

Iris can't help but laugh at The Look, and shrugs, expression as charming and innocent as she can muster. "Sounds like a good plan, relax as fully as you can so you'll be back soon as you can." However, after the pause, and the mention of Ezio, the merry expression falls serious. "Um." The junior is uncomfortably quiet for a long moment. "Zi'on and Rhysanna left. I don't really have any details about it, except they've gone off to the Other Island." Because everyone at Half Moon Bay Weyr knows what The Other Island means. "So ah. Well there's been some shaking up, especially with you so out of it. But it'll get sorted out quickly, I'm sure."

"Most definitely. It'll mean more work for you, and everyone else, but shells, I've been doin' this gig for a long time now without much of a break. Time to take advantage of that. Although," she frowns, "I didn't plan on gettin' sick in the process." Thems the breaks. "They … what?" Oh, yeah, that Island. "Well it's the first news I've had of it, which I guess I can't blame anyone for seein' how I was out of it. We've owed them a gold since I first came here, and probably a bronze as well. But wasn't quite expectin' that." Changes. Oh dear. Enka sighs, pressing a hand against her forehead. "Gives me a headache to think about already, so maybe I won't. Could probably use a nap though,"

Iris clearly regrets telling her. Brows furrow as her forehead wrinkles. "Sorry. They must really be keeping you quiet down here, to not hear ever that. But don't think about it. Be better if you just nap, and I'm sure after some time, the struggles will be blown over. By the time you're better, we'll be dandy." There's a pause before she lets out a breathy snort, "Hardest part is teaching our admin systems to new people!" But as she says it, she gathers up her handbag and rises. "Sleep well - have them send a fire lizard if you need anything, or just have Mir talk to Shadha. We'll make sure you get anything you need to keep you entertained and relaxed." Then she's heading for the curtain, to begin to work through the maze of the infirmary innards back towards the outside world.


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