Really … Again?

Posted on Sun Jul 26th, 2026 @ 11:53am by Bronze Rider I'han & Green Rider Calarya & Brown Rider G'van

Mission: 3531 AL

“Easy now, easy,” G'van soothed as he worked on the young blue’s wing. The poor blue and his young rider had been practicing when the blue caught his wing tip with a back claw.

):it hurts!(: the blue wailed to his rider.

**i know,** the boy cried, trying to calm his dragonet down.

“Almost done,” G'van promised, pulling the last stitch through the wing membrane. The blue flailed, knocking G'van back with an unexpected gasp from the brown rider.

“G'van?” The boy asked.

He shook his head. “Get Zelith back to the others. He is done,” G’van said through clenched teeth, gripping his arm against his chest.

The boy nodded and hurried away with his now fixed up blue right behind him. G’van stayed sitting on the hard ground, blood soaking into his tunic. Shard it. How could the same thing happen twice and in the same spot? The brown rider closed his eyes, not realizing his dragon had called for help.

I’han looked up from his own patching up and frowned as he saw G’van sat on the floor for a moment before he heard the browns panic cry from Kanoth. “Easy G’van…” I’han said as he crouched next to the brown rider to see what Dystath was upset about.

G'van opened stormy colored eyes at I'han's voice, his face a bit pale. Dystath settled slightly knowing I'han was there. “you would think…i would be better…at dodging,” he whispered, keeping the pressure on his arm.

“It’s been awhile since I have been able to dodge quickly. What happened? I’han demanded trying to see how bad it was with all the good that was staining the man’s tunic.

“the blue was scared and…he moved quicker then…me,” he answered, slowly moving his arm enough for I'han to see. “I had just….finished the stitch when he flailed.” There was an awful gash down his forearm right about the same area as the old scar from the same type of accident.

“Come on G’van.” I’han pulled him to move him and under the cover of the shadows to start working on the gash. He glanced up as he saw Calarya rushing across the bowl to work out what was going on with Dystath.

The brown rider winced as I'han tugged him to his feet. “Bad?” he asked having not actually looked yet as he hadn't wanted to release the pressure on his arm as he was trying to stem the bleeding. He didn't notice Calarya right away.

I’han offered a smile. “Is certainly not great but I can fix you up before you bleed out. I am sure I remember how it works.” I’han assured his easy going nature showing through despite the very angry looking fellow wingsecond striding closer by the moment.

“You better do.” Calarya commented as she reached the pair and looked at the blood.

G'van groaned. “Great,” he whispered. How had he ever managed the same arm, same place? He looked up at Calarya's voice. “Hey,” he managed to say, hating how much blood was visible on his shirt and arm..

“Hope this isn’t your favourite tunic or anything.”
The former healer commented as he grabbed the nearest triage tray and cut the arm of the tunic all the way to the shoulder properly. “Grab that clothes Calarya and press it hard against it.” He instructed as Calarya looked concerned. The green rider grabbed it and pressed it hard against the gash. She hated how it pulsed under her fingers.

“Well it was,” G'van answered, trying to stay positive. “Not so much…now.” He gasped softly as Calarya put pressure on his arm, hating how he could feel his heartbeat his arm. “Hope you don't…mind scars,” he smiled weakly at his mate.

“Really? You are asking me that?” She grinned as I’han moved her to the side a little as he spattered numbweed around the wound as he prepared to start sewing it all together. It was a slow process which he hated but he needed to make sure it was clean as he went especially from a dragon claw.

“Just making…sure,” he answered, his eyes growing a bit heavy. He knew she wouldn't care but it gave him something else to think about. G'van watched I'han through hazy eyes, knowing this was going to hurt even with the numbweed.

“I love you. Scars and all. We are riders and have them.” Calarya said, watching what I’han was nodding. She was impressed with his quick stitches and dexterous fingers doing stuff that he had not done in turns properly.

G'van gave her a weak smile. He knew that was very true but it was how his brain was working at the moment. He hissed in pain as I'han worked at the stitches, trying not to move.

“Not as deep as it could have been.” I’han mused as he looked at the bottles of redwort on the tray and opened it with a flourish and poured it down the man’s arm. “It’s going to sting.” He warned after the fact.

“That's…” G'van started before jumping a bit. “Owe,” he grumbled. “Thanks for the…warning,” he sighed. At least it seemed like his arm was going to be okay.

Calarya giggled a little bit at the redwort streaks going along his arm. He was going to be dyed for days. “Out of practice on the bedside manner hmm?” She offered politely. The bronze rider just shrugged.

“Cannot say I had much in the first place.” I’han laughed.

G'van grumbled. “I'm thinking you…didn't,” he frowned, glancing at his arm. Shards well that looked pretty. The scar had been nasty to start with. Now it was reopened and he was covered in redwort. That was just great.

“But you did not faint.” The bronze rider said pointedly. He had kept him distracted enough that he had not fainted from it all.

The brown rider groaned. “Really? You both…think I'll pass out?” Had he ever done that before? He did know his arm still hurt so at least he had feeling in it. At least for the most part. His old scar really didn't have any feeling in it so this one probably wouldn't either.

“A lot of people do.” Calarya soothed wrapping her arms around his neck from behind as I’han just shrugged.

“Easier to get you to the infirmary if you aren’t passed out.” I’han said lightly as he gathered all the items he had used from the triage area to take down to the infirmary.

G'van leaned back against Calarya. He was feeling a bit light headed but he was pretty sure that was from the blood loss and not the blood itself. “Guess that's…true. Am I cureable…healer?” He asked I'han with a shaky smile.

Calarya looked down and pressed a kiss on top of his head loving how he leaned against her. “Well curable is such a strong word but you will surely live dragonhealer.” I’han shot back with a smirk. He loved the back and forth of being with dragon riders.

G'van laughed a bit, happily staying against Calarya. “Guess that is better…than the alternative,” he grinned. It felt good to laugh a bit and get his mind off his injured arm.

“Let’s go then. I am sure that Thalia and Niko will want to check it better but I stopped, you bleeding out.” I’han said using the man’s good arm to haul him up to his feet as Calarya instinctively stayed close instead he did fall down.

The brown rider wasn't real crazy about getting to his feet and actually swayed a bit but finally managed to keep steady. “And I thank you…for that,” he said.

“As do I.” Calarya said as she watched the man sway and she quickly gripped his belt to at least stop his fall if he fell. It would not do much but it would at least stop his head from being injured.

“Thanks,” he whispered to Calarya when he felt her hand on his belt. He blinked a couple times to get his vision to clear enough to actually walk to the infirmary.

Calarya nodded. She always had his back. “You take it steady.” The woman told him as I’han watched him carefully as they started across the bowl. Thalia came rushing forward having heard the ruckus from the dragons but could not pinpoint the trouble.

“You riders are trouble.” The healer decided making Calarya smile. That was the truth.

G'van looked up as he heard Thalia's voice, still wobbly. “Even when we…try not to be,” he smiled tiredly. Sharding blood loss anyhow.

“Come on.” Thalia said, seeing the paleness and blood on his clothing. He was a mess but she did not doubt that the former healer had done a good job’s b.

He didn't argue as he quietly followed Thalia. He was glad I'han had been close though because he couldn't have afforded to lose anymore blood.