Help Me... Please...

Ista Weyr - Infirmary

Equipped with the latest healing technologies, this spotlessly clean, large room smells slightly of antiseptic and numbweed. At one end, cots sit for the recovering to recover on. At the other end, are the proceedure tables. Cabinets with supplies and medical files sit along one wall. At any given moment, there could be any number of people in here. A weyrchild with a broken arm, a mother recovering from giving birth or even one of the residents recovering from heat stroke or sun poisoning, a rider and dragon recovering from a strained wing muscle.

There's a soft knock on the infirmary door as the day wears on towards evening, then a young-looking brownrider pops his head in and glances around before entering all the way. He rubs his arm nervously and blushes a deep red. /This/ was not his forte.

Chaton is sitting on a chair behind the head healer's desk, as if he owned the place. He fiddled with folders and charts, marking and reading and such.

M'nol stiffens when he spots Chaton, nearly turning and walking right back out again. A subtle admonishment from his dragon has him moving haltingly towards the healer's desk, "Ummm… healer Chaton… Could I… maybe talk to you about something?" His blush is still bright enough to light a room and he's not /really/ looking at Chaton, kind of off to the side and down.

Chaton blinks. Healer Chaton? Was his mother around and pissed off? He looks up. Worse. "Rider M'nol, you maby could indeed talk to me about something." he waves infront of his desk. Well… the desk. He's claimed it for now. "Come have a seat. Unless you feel like you're going to throw up. Do that in a basin over in that direction." he motions to an empty cot.

M'nol approaches closer and sits, but otherwise maintains his lack of eye contact, "I… I don't think I'll throw up… it's not that kind of problem… I hope… I… do you know what might cause serious blackouts? Missing whole hours or events?"

Chaton pulls his eyes away from the charts, and nods. "Yes, I do." he pauses. "Lots of things, actually. Infection in the right part of the brain, post-traumatic-stress-disorder, multiple personality disorder, the manic stage of bipolar disorder, concussions, heavy alcohol consumption, brain damage, some toxins found in poisionous plants…" he ticks off as if reading from a list. "Why?"

M'nol blushes even more deeply, still not /really/ looking at Chaton, "I… were you here the night of that big pub party? I was delivering a missive and there was a flight and I don't remember anything after dropping off the letter until I woke up next to this poor harper girl." He's thoroughly embarassed. /Thoroughly/.

Chaton looks at him. "And?" he asks, as if expecting more. "I thought that riders and weyrfolk were impervious to sexual stigma. I mean, don't most riders pick up a girl… or a guy… when there's a flight, win or lose? Hormones and such." he shrugs. "Could be a combination of the alcohol and the hormones made you black out." he muses.

M'nol shakes his head emphatically, "Didn't drink that I know of and I've /never/ done that before. Not /ever/. I promised… I promised Phy I wouldn't unless Farry won the flight. And I don't even remember the flight! Not one little detail…"

Chaton shrugs. "Maby you've something wrong with your head then? Dragon try to dive into the shallow end of the lake? Did /you/ try to dive into the shallow end of the lake?"

M'nol scowls now, though he's still flushed, "No! Dragons don't impress to crazy people. Everyone knows that." never mind that he didn't before he was searched, "I've always remembered everything… Izarra said she didn't remember either… like we were drugged or something."

Chaton shrugs. "Maby somebody slipped something into your waters or something. Hehe- we got the lesbian and the rider to sleep together, he-he." he rolls his eyes. "Not a tastefull joke, but word has it that Baileigh got glued to a chair. Someone was obviously drunk."

M'nol gulps loudly, glancing up more, but past Chaton still, "Is there any way to be sure? I mean… I need to tell Phy something, the more innocent I can be the better…"

Chaton shrugs. "It might have been fellis juice, that'll make you loopy right quick, or something else. My advice? Be truthful to your girl. If she honestly loves you, she wont fault you for what you did. Hormone or drug induced." he shrugs. "Or lie really well."

M'nol shakes his head emphatically, "I don't lie to her. I wouldn't. I /love/ her. I just… I was hoping a local healer might know what it could've been, but I guess…" he shrugs, his faith in Chaton staying about where it always was… maybe a sliver up.

Chaton sighs, and stands up. "There are some tests… I suppose I could check to see if you've been drugged." he reachese into the desk and pulls out a plastic syringe and a needle. "Pull up your arm."

M'nol nods, rolling up his sleeve, "Anything. please…" He leans forward, resting his arm on the table, "I have to know."

Chaton sighs and ties a rubber band, not a turnicate, an actual rubber band around M'nol's arm. There's a moment of vindictive glee as he pushes the needle down spot-on into a vein, and aspirates blood back into the chamber. "What will you tell Izzy?"

M'nol gasps, then bites his lip for a moment before he sighs, "We talked after for a while… I apologized about a bazillion times… and told her that if anything happened as a result… if she got hurt or sick because of it I'd help. I didn't really know what to do… the only person I'd been with besides Phy before that ran me off with a kinfe…"

Chaton shakes his head, taking the band from his arm and letting the blood rush the needle. He pulled it out, and pressed gause down to stem the bleeding. "Hold this for a bit." he said. "I'll get back to you on this in a bit, okay? IN the mean time, you should go talk to Phy."

M'nol puts pressure where he's told to, and nods, "I've been trying since it happened… she's out in the forest with her teacher." He does look genuinely sad about that one, at least, "And I can't go /between/ until this closes," he indicates the puncture on his arm with a grimmace, "How long do tests usually take? I've never willingly gone to a healer for something like this before…"

Chaton sighs. "If I hurry? Three days? Usually more like a sevenday." he nods. "Why don't you go cuddle Iz for a while, and I'll let you know when I get the results."

M'nol shakes his head emphatically when cuddling Izarra is suggested, "No! I mean, I wouldn't want to make things worse and… it'll only take a few minutes for this to heal enough for /between/…"

Chaton chuckles and nods. "Alright M'nol. I'll send Copper or Mercury with a note when it' done." he nods, and puts the vial of blood on the desk before going back to his charts.

M'nol nods, "Uh… thanks Chaton… I mean it."

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