Khaeris Dawndancer

Broken

No. That one was broken. … She remembered when she’d thrown it at a wall. She grimaced. Her hand rummaged through the draw and searched again. Ah! Oh. No. That one was broken, too. THAT had been water damage. Whoops. She kept searching. She knew there were at least two working models already on reserve for her; where had Pollux put them?

Khaeris was getting better at using the communicators. She’d had one for years now. Goblin made. Pollux made, times three (oops!). Other Pollux made, frequency unknown (at least in this time dimension). Each sturdier than the last. Her search paused a moment and a tiny frown pulled at her lips. She’d TRIED to break the last one by throwing it, and hadn’t been able. Pollux knew her too well.

Bingo! A new shiny (well-encased) communicator was slipped into her pocket and she rushed out the door.

The clinic was busy, but not bustling. The bursts of furious activity always came and went on the overnight emergency shift. That was good; meant he was likely stable. Directed to his room, Khaeris got her first look at Aerden. The nurse filled her in: concussion, broken ribs and fingers, some other injuries. Expected to heal. Hopefully more alert and waking tomorrow. For now, rest and healing. The doctor would be by again soon.

He didn’t look peaceful. Even out cold, his breathing looked painful and his breath whistled from a broken lip. His cheeks and eyes bruised and puffy with swelling. Marks on his neck peeked out. Her eyes scanned his med sheet while she collapsed into the chair. The new comm unit was placed on his nightstand after she activated it. Her shoulders slumped and she stole several more glances as one by one, messages went out to a variety of people who cared for him.