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1. [DL-C] Cleft To the Rescue (part 2 of when is a cold...)
From: "Barbara A. Matthews" <carolyn@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2006 09:36:58 -0600 (CST)
From: "Barbara A. Matthews" <carolyn@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-C] Cleft To the Rescue (part 2 of when is a cold...)
Cleft To the Rescue
(part two of *When is a Cold... Not a Cold*)
Lenna left Abby in the med lab to work on the blood sample they had
taken
from Triss when the call came out. She mounted Blanchie and soon the
two
of them were landing on the Green next to Reain and Sylois, who had
beat
them there.
As she had Blanchie listen for instruction, she took a quick glance at
her
young friend, and was pleased that she looked ready to go. There wasn't
any nervous look about her as there had been in the past. Reain was
finally coming into her own.
When Blanchie relayed the instructions to her, she focused her eyes on
the
lead dragon and was ready when the sign came to lift. As soon as they
had
achieved enough altitude, the whole wing teleported as one and soon
arrived in the skies over the spot where the injured dragon and her
rider
were waiting along with the three nomad women they had rescued earlier.
At
first Lenna had thought there had been a flair up to the battle they
had
already fought, since the location they were in was not far from the
area
where they had recovered their lost dragonrider.
But this was something different. There were no wild Nomad's shooting
poisonous darts at flying dragons, just one lone dragon, who for some
reason had not been able to make it back to the Warren with the rest of
her wing.
Lenna could tell by the way the rider, a you girl from the last
hatching,
was hugging her dragon, that something was wrong. She ordered Blanchie
to
land as close to the pair as possible and then dismounted quickly to
offer
what aid she could.
"She's been hit by one of those darts," Merda, who's eyes were brimming
with tears, told her when she noticed the other rider had arrived. "She
said she's feeling whoosie and thinks she's going to die.... Don't let
her
die..."
"Show me where she was hit," Lenna's voice was soft but firm, as she
tried
to move the girl away from her death grip on the dragons neck, so she
could examine the sight of entry. They had been warned to avoid the
males
on the grown with the log tube like things, for they were capable of
shooting out darts that carried a drug that was said to injure or
possibly
kill a dragon on contact. It depended on how much of the drug was able
to
penetrate the dragons tough hides.
Lenna had cause to know something about the drug that others did not.
She
also knew there was an antidote that when administered quickly enough,
gave the dragon a greater chance of surviving.
Yes she had cause to know, because her own dragon had been poisoned
with
the drug a few years ago by some sick evil man who used it on Blanchie
to
keep the dragon from coming to her riders aid or alerting the Warren
for
help when he had kidnapped Lenna years ago. Triss and her sonar trick
had
found them in time, and Dan'yar and Lonnie had gone to Telnor after the
Dragonhealer Abby try and save Blanchie.
Abby, after hearing about the drug, recognized it as the same drug
someone
had used on a Telnor rider not long before, so she knew what to do and
had
developed the antidote for countering the drugs effects. The Telnor
dragon, Sabbith and his rider Kay had recovered fully and so had
Blanchie.
"Right here Lenna," the girl led her around to the back of the melon
colored dragon to a spot just below the wing edge where sure enough,
there
was one of the darts sticking out of the dragons smooth side.
As she bent to examine it, Lenna took note of the angel it had gone in.
She felt relief when she saw it had barely entered the outer layer of
the
dragon's hide. The dragon didn't know how lucky she was.
Lenna began to speak, somehow knowing her friend had followed her.
"Reain, I need the heavy gloves and the big leather bag I keep in my
left
hand saddle bag," she said without even turning. "I also need the small
bottle of Spirit oil and one of the clean white pads."
She trusted the nomad woman to do as she asked, and Reain did not fail
her. She was back within minutes and when she turned to take the gloves
from Reain's hand, she noticed the rider had also moved the young rider
back over to where the rescued women were standing.
"Open the bag for me please," she asked as she removed the gloves she
was
wearing, and replaced them with the thicker ones.
While she was doing this, Others in the wing were taking care of the
rescued women, settling them on dragons for the trip back to Cleft and
their freedom. Lenna had Blanchie relay to them that they might need to
of
the biggest dragons to help get the hatchling back to the Warren. She
didn't want the smaller dragon to try and fly on its own until they
were
sure they had gotten all of the drug out of its system.
Using the greatest of care, Lenna returned her attention to the dart
sticking out of the dragons skin, and slowly began to extract it,
applying
only the gentlest of pressure, so as not to dislodge any more of the
poison into the dragon.
When it was safely removed, she turned carefully to where Reain was
standing with the bag and placed the dart and her gloves inside. She
hated
to lose the gloves, but until she could make sure none of the drug
spilled
onto them, she would not take the chance and wear them. As Lenna
reached
for the bottle of spirit oil, Reain closed and tied the bag closed then
set it aside to help the Dragonhealer apply the first the oil and then
the
clean pad to the dragon's side. The spirit oil she used to seal the
wound,
and it was being sticky enough to keep the pad in place for the short
trip
back to the Warren.
When the job was done to her satisfaction, she set about setting up the
sling they would use to transport the injured hatchling back to Cleft.
This consisted of several ropes that would slip under the dragons under
carriage and wrap around it's claws and back legs snug enough to lift
the
dragon without causing it any more distress then necessary.
The whole rescue had taken two hours and when they had the dragon
settled
into her cave, and the first dose of the antibiotic had been given,
Blanchie informed her rider that Abbien requested her presence in the
med
center...
<<Maybe she found out what is wrong with Triss...>> The dragon said
with
hope in her mental tone.
>One way to find out,< Lenna responded. >Tell Abby we'll be right
there...<
To be continued in part three....
When is a Cold not a Cold... When it's Attempted Murder
*****Submitted by: *******
Barbara
Aka:
Lenna & Blanchie
Reain & Sylois
Visiting Dragonhealer
Abbien from Telnor
Summary: Lenna as she is talking to Abby of Telnor about why Triss
wasn't
getting any better from her cold, but was getting worse.. she gets call
to
treat a dragon injured during the battle with the nomads and finds a
young
dragon who was hit with one of the poisonous darts the Nomads were
using
to try and kill dragons. They get the dragon back to the warren and
give
it the antibiotic in time. Then Blanchie informs her Abby needs to talk
to
her about results of Triss's blood test....
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