Post by missing on Feb 26, 2011 13:56:14 GMT -6
((Explains a bit about Pala Song is "Dead Man's Ballet" By Sixx AM
Warning: It is not happy, it is graphic, and it is cruel. That is all.))
Pala stared at Master Jaren, "I'm sorry Master... but I thought they just said..."
"And I said this is your patient, you will treat him and save his life," the old man looked at her with hard eyes, his 40 some odd turns had made him who he was. If anyone had seen it all, it was him. The other Masters may frown on his approach to training, but it prepared his apprentices for the harshness that was the world as a Healer. Pala had heard rumors that he hadn't always been this way, not even when he'd first achieved Master.
Pala looked back to the patient, there was a large gash in his abdomen, organs had been damaged, blood pooled in the abdominal cavity, there was no way... they had said...
Oh no, how could this happen to
Such an amazing young boy
I had my whole life ahead of me--
Oh God, how could you have let this
Happen to such a lovely young child
I was their only son and I tried,
Tried, tried--
Something switched and she got to work. She grabbed a cloth, soaking it in a moderate vasoconstrictor and pressing it into the abdomen. She snatched up the needle and thread for sutures and got to work patching what damage she could internally, hoping the soaked cloth might slow the bleeding enough... just enough... but it was coming out so fast...
She fought to keep her hands steady, the blood was slick making it difficult, but the last thing this man needed was a nicked bowel on top of everything else. She started with the arteries.
Yeah, you, you miserable father
The one who ignored me for half of my life
Now I, I can't even look at you
Why? Why? Why?
Don't abandon me now
I don't want to die!
This was impossible... she knew it... but surely the Master knew what he was doing, he wouldn't have her waste precious resources on a patient they couldn't help would he? The Healers who had brought him in said all that could really be done was to make him comfortable and clean him up. Why was Master Jaren so certain of otherwise?
The liver was bruised and discolored as she stitched... the internal bleeding was bad... and the liver held so much blood... She had to do something!
She tied off the final stitch, and applied an internal poultice to the damage to help slow the bleeding further. She tracked down every damaged vein, cauterizing and stitching when needed. Applying salves to each area when she was done. The bleeding was slowing, but she didn't notice, she was too busy to. One kidney was damaged beyond any hope of repair... she removed it.
You can lead him to the ambulance
But you cannot make him live
No, you cannot make me live!
You can lead him to the ambulance
Lead me home!
But you cannot make him live
Master Jaren watched as she treated, his face stoic. Others had come to watch, whispering their speculations on what his aim was, but he ignored them. This one would learn.
Pala didn't feel the ache in her shoulders and back as she worked, didn't feel the hours passing, didn't hear the talk of those behind her, didn't realize that her patient had gone cold. She rinsed the cavity with an antiseptic, hoping it would prevent infection that would never come. She closed the skin around the injury and applied salve around the site before she realized that the man was gone...
Would, could I have done differently
You never said there was anything wrong
Now the drugs, they give me encouragement
Why? Why? Why?
Oh God, tell me I'll make it
I'll give you my blood if that's all you need
Just don't tell me that I'm gonna die,
Die, die!
Master Jaren was looking at her from across the body, Pala was instantly aware of the others in the room and the stiffness in her body, "Master! I- There was nothing- I apologize..."
"You will tell his family. You will tell them how you failed."
Pala heard the whispers all around her, She got too close... he was just teaching her a lesson... he's evil... look at her face... did he break her... is she going to cry... is someone going to do something... She stood, wiping off her hands and bowing to Master Jaren, "Yes sir..."
She looked at the patient's face... seeing it so clearly, she would remember it forever... She turned to do as she was told.
Don't abandon me now
I don't want to die
Alone...
You can lead him to the ambulance
But you cannot make him live
No you cannot make me live!
You can lead him to the ambulance
Why can't we celebrate? Lead me home!
But you cannot make him live
She got to the doorway and stopped. Why was Zyika outside waiting? She whirled back to the patient who was now on an infirmary table of the Weyr. Instead of an abdominal wound he was now badly threadscored, marks covering the face that she looked forward to seeing every day. The handsome A'der lay there, dead, as the keening of her own dragon echoed in her head.
Pala woke up in the weyrling barracks covered in sweat as Kumath nudged her anxiously.
Mine you were whimpering in your sleep...
I'm sorry... I'm fine... She laid back down, but couldn't sleep the rest of the night.
((Note: she may have been overhead whimpering by one of the females, but for the sake of a one-shot any mention will have to be left to rps))
Warning: It is not happy, it is graphic, and it is cruel. That is all.))
Pala stared at Master Jaren, "I'm sorry Master... but I thought they just said..."
"And I said this is your patient, you will treat him and save his life," the old man looked at her with hard eyes, his 40 some odd turns had made him who he was. If anyone had seen it all, it was him. The other Masters may frown on his approach to training, but it prepared his apprentices for the harshness that was the world as a Healer. Pala had heard rumors that he hadn't always been this way, not even when he'd first achieved Master.
Pala looked back to the patient, there was a large gash in his abdomen, organs had been damaged, blood pooled in the abdominal cavity, there was no way... they had said...
Oh no, how could this happen to
Such an amazing young boy
I had my whole life ahead of me--
Oh God, how could you have let this
Happen to such a lovely young child
I was their only son and I tried,
Tried, tried--
Something switched and she got to work. She grabbed a cloth, soaking it in a moderate vasoconstrictor and pressing it into the abdomen. She snatched up the needle and thread for sutures and got to work patching what damage she could internally, hoping the soaked cloth might slow the bleeding enough... just enough... but it was coming out so fast...
She fought to keep her hands steady, the blood was slick making it difficult, but the last thing this man needed was a nicked bowel on top of everything else. She started with the arteries.
Yeah, you, you miserable father
The one who ignored me for half of my life
Now I, I can't even look at you
Why? Why? Why?
Don't abandon me now
I don't want to die!
This was impossible... she knew it... but surely the Master knew what he was doing, he wouldn't have her waste precious resources on a patient they couldn't help would he? The Healers who had brought him in said all that could really be done was to make him comfortable and clean him up. Why was Master Jaren so certain of otherwise?
The liver was bruised and discolored as she stitched... the internal bleeding was bad... and the liver held so much blood... She had to do something!
She tied off the final stitch, and applied an internal poultice to the damage to help slow the bleeding further. She tracked down every damaged vein, cauterizing and stitching when needed. Applying salves to each area when she was done. The bleeding was slowing, but she didn't notice, she was too busy to. One kidney was damaged beyond any hope of repair... she removed it.
You can lead him to the ambulance
But you cannot make him live
No, you cannot make me live!
You can lead him to the ambulance
Lead me home!
But you cannot make him live
Master Jaren watched as she treated, his face stoic. Others had come to watch, whispering their speculations on what his aim was, but he ignored them. This one would learn.
Pala didn't feel the ache in her shoulders and back as she worked, didn't feel the hours passing, didn't hear the talk of those behind her, didn't realize that her patient had gone cold. She rinsed the cavity with an antiseptic, hoping it would prevent infection that would never come. She closed the skin around the injury and applied salve around the site before she realized that the man was gone...
Would, could I have done differently
You never said there was anything wrong
Now the drugs, they give me encouragement
Why? Why? Why?
Oh God, tell me I'll make it
I'll give you my blood if that's all you need
Just don't tell me that I'm gonna die,
Die, die!
Master Jaren was looking at her from across the body, Pala was instantly aware of the others in the room and the stiffness in her body, "Master! I- There was nothing- I apologize..."
"You will tell his family. You will tell them how you failed."
Pala heard the whispers all around her, She got too close... he was just teaching her a lesson... he's evil... look at her face... did he break her... is she going to cry... is someone going to do something... She stood, wiping off her hands and bowing to Master Jaren, "Yes sir..."
She looked at the patient's face... seeing it so clearly, she would remember it forever... She turned to do as she was told.
Don't abandon me now
I don't want to die
Alone...
You can lead him to the ambulance
But you cannot make him live
No you cannot make me live!
You can lead him to the ambulance
Why can't we celebrate? Lead me home!
But you cannot make him live
She got to the doorway and stopped. Why was Zyika outside waiting? She whirled back to the patient who was now on an infirmary table of the Weyr. Instead of an abdominal wound he was now badly threadscored, marks covering the face that she looked forward to seeing every day. The handsome A'der lay there, dead, as the keening of her own dragon echoed in her head.
Pala woke up in the weyrling barracks covered in sweat as Kumath nudged her anxiously.
Mine you were whimpering in your sleep...
I'm sorry... I'm fine... She laid back down, but couldn't sleep the rest of the night.
((Note: she may have been overhead whimpering by one of the females, but for the sake of a one-shot any mention will have to be left to rps))