Log Date: 12/18/96
Log Cast:
	Kevlan, Bernadette, Tayden, Quinn
Log Intro:
	Incensed at her husband for taking the Deputy Guildmaster job --
for it's taking him away from her, preventing him from staying in their
suite where she can watch over him, or so she's telling herself --
Bernadette Sharr stalks out to the Ranges while Kevlan works away in
the DGM's office. But without Kevlan, right now, the prospect of the
Ranges terrifies her, and even more so when before she can even cut
anything, she winds up breaking her arm.
	Kevlan in the meantime has found out from Jerrik where she's
gone, and decided to encourage her initiative by radioing her, just to
tell her he loves her. But in doing so, Kevlan discovers that his
wife has injured herself, and finds he must coax her into deciding what
to do about it.
	Bernadette returns to the JPF, and Kevlan hastens to the Hangar
to meet her there. He must then coax her to the Infirmary to get a
medic to look at her arm....

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Tayden walks softly from the lift area.
Tayden has arrived.
Tayden crutches in.
Tayden looks at Dr. Bear and his expression softens.
Tayden frowns, stepping to the side. "Bad?"

Kevlan is sitting in one of the chairs in the waiting area, one arm curled 
  protectively around the smaller form of Bernadette; he looks nervous, if 
  attempting calm, and Bernadette Sharr is clearly in pain, one of her arms 
  limp against her side.

The swish of lift doors opening is audible, along with a soft whistling that 
  is growing closer. Beneath that, soft footfalls can be heard, also growing 
  closer.

Kevlan glances up as people make their way through the infirmary, blue eyes 
  anxiously seeking out anyone who looks like an available meditech.

Tayden frowns, stepping to the side. "Bad?"

Quinn walks softly from the lift area.
Quinn has arrived.

Kevlan sits up a bit, and drawls gravely to the newly arrived Singer, "Mah 
  wife broke 'er arm."

Tayden nods, "I see."

Quinn comes in, whistling, hands in his pockets, looking rather like he just 
  woke up (and had a bath) - in other words, quite clean.

Bernadette sits, slumped dazedly against Kevlan.

Quinn turns his head at Kevlan's words, and says, "Looks painful." Good choice 
  of words, Quinn, oh yes. "Help her to a bed, so I can have a look?"

Kevlan glances down at his wife; she's huddled into his side as though she's 
  glued herself there, and the gaze _she_ peers out with is indeed dazed. 
  Kevlan hugs her, and murmurs some quiet assurance to her, while glancing 
  around the infirmary again. Quinn's arrival makes him suddenly brighten, and 
  at the request, Kevlan is instantly on his feet, trying to encourage 
  Bernadette to get up with him. "C'mon, honey...."

Tayden waves a hand, "I'll wait."

Quinn nods to Tayden, nodding, "Be right with you."

Bernadette allows herself to be pulled onto her feet, but clutches at Kevlan 
  with her good hand with a surprisingly strong grip.

Despite his wife hanging onto him, apparently, for dear life, Kevlan gets her 
  to the nearest examination bed without tripping over her feet or his. 
  "Thankee," he breathes in palpable relief to Quinn, and then adds to 
  Bernadette, "C'mon, honey, jes' siddown heah now..."

"Don't leave me..." she hisses, the dazed glassiness still evident in her 
  eyes, but it doesn't mask the terror you can see there.

"Ah won't, darlin', Ah won't...." Kevlan Sharr flicks the medic a worried blue 
  gaze; clearly, there's something more amiss here than a broken arm, though 
  the Singer doesn't try to elaborate. As Bernadette is eventually coaxed onto 
  the bed, Kevlan stays beside her -- and with her grip still on him, he is 
  very close to being tugged sprawling across the thing, himself.

Quinn crosses to a cabinet for supplies. Scanner. Air Hypo. Large round 
  cast-like object. Bowl. Water. All sorts of other interesting implements of 
  tor--- er, of the meditechs trade. He rolls the tray over towards the biobed 
  where Kevlan and Bernadette are. His voice is quiet and professional, "You 
  would be Bernadette Sharr then? A pleasure to meet you." He turns for the 
  scanner.

Tayden frowns, watching. "Broken arm?"

Bernadette shrinks away from Quinn, staring at him with a look of abject fear 
  and nods mutely, affirming her identity.

Quinn flicks his gaze towards Kevlan, trying to express 'it's worse than I 
  thought' by just that movement. He asks Bernadette, however, "Would you like 
  to tell me what happened?" He lifts the scanner, an innocuous-looking 
  cylindrical device, at the same time.

Kevlan bobs his head to Tayden, even as he keeps most of his attention on his 
  quite obviously panicked wife. "Darlin', this is Quinn Malloret, he fixed 
  mah ribs for me when Ah busted 'em....." He keeps both his arms within ready 
  grabbing distance of Bernadette's good one.

Bernadette slowly moves her gaze to Kevlan as he speaks and nods again, before 
  her eyes return to the medic. "I fell," she says simply, in response to his 
  inquiry.

Quinn's glance is met by Kevlan's clear blue regard, which flickers a moment 
  with relief. Relief, perhaps, that Quinn comprehends the situation here. But 
  as Bernadette glances up at him, Kevlan's features immediately return to 
  broadcasting nothing except 'I'm here, it's alright, don't worry.'
Quinn nods, lifting the scanner for a first pass over her arm, "From a tree? A 
  rockface? A waterfall?" He smiles a bit wanly, "Those are the most common 
  ones. Did you find anything good?" Standard policy for the medic when 
  treating range injuries: make them think about the crystal so they aren't as 
  frightened of you.
Quinn slowly runs his medical scanner over Bernadette's body.  You hear a 
  slight hum and lights on the small, black gadget flicker.

Two beeps sound, and a red light stabilizes, indicating a medical condition 
  for Bernadette...
 Her arm sticks out at an odd angle and drags fairly uselessly at her side.

Quinn cocks his head at the reading, commenting, "It's not as bad as it looks. 
  Or feels, for that matter."

Bernadette shakes her head, as she unconsciously tries to pull her arm away. 
  "In a hole."

Tayden watches quietly from near the wall, not intruding on another Singer's 
  space.

Kevlan lifts a hand to stroke Bernadette's hair, putting in softly, "It's 
  okay, Berni honey. He's gotta check th' bones. It's okay."

Bernadette looks up at Kevlan and relaxes her arm, nodding, though clearly 
  not pleased with this situation.

Quinn looks at Kevlan, and nods at his actions. Then he turns to the tray, 
  setting down the scanner and lifting another device. This looks pretty much 
  like the first one, except the top of the device has, rather than a readout, 
  a concave hole in it. He asks, "Singer, do you have any difficulties with 
  any pain blockers or anesthetics that you know of?"

Bernadette narrows her eyes for a moment and asks "Will they make me sleepy?"

Quinn shakes his head, "No, just a local. Otherwise, when I set the arm, it'll 
  hurt like hell."

Kevlan's features can be seen to tauten at his wife's question, though he 
  keeps silent, remaining a presence that can be used for comfort, and letting 
  Quinn command the situation.

Bernadette shakes her head, "No, I'm not allergic," she says slowly, then asks 
  "Will you give me painkillers after you set it?"

Quinn replies, plainly, "Not if you don't require it, by my own definition. 
  And if you heal at anywhere near the rate of Galahad here, you won't need 
  it." He smiles then, almost casually teasing the other Singer, but only 
  intending to try and ease Bernadette's tension.

Bernadette retorts quickly, "I don't heal as quickly. I'm not black adapt." 
  She looks at her arm for a moment then says, almost conversationally, "If 
  you DO give me painkillers..." and she glances up at Kevlan fleetingly 
  before looking back at her arm, "Would they cause drowsiness?"

Kevlan grins lopsidedly and murmurs, "Aww, Ah got th' constitution of a horse."
Kevlan's grin falters a bit, then, though he hides it before Bernadette can 
  see.

Quinn replies, promptly, "No." It's as simple as that, and his tone indicates 
  he knows exactly why Bernadette is asking this. "You don't need them." 
  Complete confidence in that tone.

Kevlan pays intent attention to every word exchanged between Quinn and Berni, 
  moving both his bigger hands to take Berni's small one between them, hold it 
  firmly, and brush a thumb along her fingers.

Quinn still holds the air hypo, watching Bernadette's reaction to his 
  statement towards her not needing to be put to sleep.

Some of the dazedness clears from Bernadette's face and is replaced by a brief 
  flare of anger. Her grip on Kevlan's hand tightens and she presses her lips 
  together for a moment before she replies hotly, "How do YOU know whether I'm 
  in pain? How do YOU know whether I need a painkiller?"

Kevlan leans in, and says, softly, "Berni.... darlin'.... he's a medic, it's 
  his job. Take it easy, honey...."

Bernadette swivels her head quickly to look at Kevlan with an expression akin 
  to 'This doesn't concern you' before returning her hard gaze to the medic. 
  She pulls her damaged arm in tight against her body and scoots backward away 
  from him, but doesn't release or relax her grip on Kevlan.

Quinn's eyes widen for just a moment, this being what he was looking for. He 
  responds simply, "Nothing we have, Bernadette, is capable of taking away the 
  anger than that pain, not without taking away all the good things too. This 
  isn't the place to really talk about it, but the only person who can remove 
  that pain, Bernadette, is you. We can help you, but not that way. No, not 
  that way."

Bernadette stiffens and releases Kevlan's hand now, swinging her legs over the 
  otherside of the bed, "I'm getting out of here," she states angrily, "Damned 
  quacks..." muttered under her breath as she attempts to make her way towards 
  the lifts.

Quinn shakes his head, but makes no move to stop the Singer, "I can't help you 
  if you don't want to be helped, CS Sharr. Nor can your husband. Or any of 
  the other people who care about you."

Kevlan's face flickers with an 'Awww, hells' look, and indeed, he mutters that 
  very oath under his breath. "Berni!" he yelps, then repeats more sternly, 
  "Bern'dette, sit still!"

Bernadette stops in her tracks and stares at Kevlan for a moment, anger 
  replaced by mild surprise and she stands, looking uncertainly between the 
  three men assembled.

If either Quinn or the silently observing Tayden are paying attention, hints 
  of strain might be noted at the corners of Kevlan's eyes; the most fleeting 
  of shudders might be spotted, too, in his forearms, as Kevlan grips the side 
  of the biobed for a moment, as if briefly relying on its support. But he 
  gives Bernadette a steady look, and tells her gravely, "Bernadette, you need 
  that arm fixed or else th' bones'll set wrong."

Quinn supplies, "He's right. It's off, and I can see it from here. But I will 
  not put you to sleep, Bernadette."

Bernadette snaps "I didn't ASK you to put me to sleep," in a tone of voice 
  that might be used if she were telling someone to shut up. She looks at 
  Kevlan again, and you can almost see the wheels spinning as she tries to 
  decide whether to listen to his stern command or not. A few moments pass and 
  she grudgingly returns to the biobed, resuming her seat. "Fix it and let me 
  out of here," she says sullenly to Quinn and promptly turns her her so she's 
  staring a blank wall.

Quinn replies by simply applying the air hypodermic to Bernadette's shoulder, 
  which almost immediately begins numbing her entire arm off. He places the 
  hypo back on the tray, waiting the thirty-or-so seconds it'll take for the 
  chemical to take full affect. He comments, "The splint doesn't look too bad. 
  You did a fairly good job."

Kevlan, now that Bernadette is not looking at him, can be seen to press his 
  eyes shut for a second or two, face twisting slightly as though he, too, is 
  in physical pain. A few moments later his expression settles, though when he 
  opens his eyes again, his gaze has gone darker, graver. He doesn't reach for 
  his wife's hand, but he remains planted at the side of the bed, as though 
  prepared to at the slightest sign that he should.

Bernadette replies with a small snort, still staring stonily at the wall.

Quinn, since he's not being looked at by Bernadette, actually takes the 
  opportunity to look at Kevlan this time. He doesn't really look happy about 
  the way things are going, but his gaze is approving. He mouths, "Good Job," 
  but gives no voice to it. Then he turns back to Bernadette, and says, "You 
  may want to close your eyes. You should feel a bit of tugging when I snap 
  the bone back into place, but the pain blocker should take care of the rest. 
  Then I'll put your arm in a cast. All told, you should be able to go out 
  again within the week."

Bernadette mutters "Don't tell me what to do," sullenly, but she does close 
  her eyes.

Kevlan once more meets Quinn's gaze. The answering expression from the acting 
  deputy guildmaster is a wan glimmer of a smile that suggests if he knows 
  he's doing the right thing, he is still not enjoying it in the slightest.

Quinn, putting words to actions, sets Bernadette's arm, exactly as he said he 
  would. A large plastic tube, shaped vaguely like a cast (but with a hole 
  *way* too large in the center) is the next thing he picks up off the tray.

Tayden looks from husband, to wife, to medic and back again. He opens his 
  mouth, "Um. Just out of curiosity...Ah, there we go." He smiles, not having 
  to say anything after all, seeing as the Medic finally got to it.

Bernadette grabs Kevlan's hand again, wincing despite the fact that she isn't 
  feeling any pain, as Quinn yanks on her arm.

Kevlan's hands are there, of course, and he lets them be grabbed and clung to.

Quinn asks, "If you would please lift your arm, and wiggle your fingers, CS 
  Sharr?"

Bernadette takes a moment to comply....is it because she didn't realize the 
  medic was addressing her? Or because she's being obstinate?....but she does 
  comply, without opening her eyes.

Quinn replies, "Thank you, CS Sharr. Please bend your arm, slowly. If you feel 
  it begin to tighten up, stop, and that's where we'll set the cast."

Kevlan holds Bernadette's hand in his. His posture and heart-in-his-eyes 
  expression imply he's cradling some rare and fragile artifact in his grasp, 
  rather than living flesh.

Tayden watches the procedure, since it is now underway at last, with detached 
  interest.

Bernadette again takes a moment or two to comply and does so, stopping when 
  she feels the arm tighten.

Quinn, once Bernadette stops moving her arm, slips the plastic cast onto her 
  arm. He turns back to the tray, lifting another air hypo.

Bernadette sits stiffly, not making a sound, her eyes closed. The only sign of 
  her anxiety is the tight grip she keeps on Kevlan's hand.

Quinn lifts the hypo, and presses it to... the cast! The hiss of air is 
  obvious as he injects something into the plastic. Twenty seconds later, the 
  size of the hole begins to decrease, molding around the arm in its center.

If Bernadette is even interested, let alone aware, of the nifty little trick 
  the medic is perfoming with the cast, she doesn't show it. She continues to 
  sit stiffly and ignore the presence of the medic.

The cast tightens around the arm in question, and hardens. On the skin, the 
  inside feels slick, almost as if it was greased - clearly an agent intended 
  to reduce itching. Quinn, for his part, doesn't say anything, only going to 
  get a sling to place the arm in.

Kevlan remains quiet as well, just hoping that Bernadette will get through 
  this with the conclusion that she really had nothing to worry about.

Quinn walks the sling over, slowly, and then considers, "Kevlan?" He offers 
  the sling to him, to help Bernadette into it.

Bernadette turns her head as she opens her eyes to see why the medic is 
  addressing her husband, and watches with wary eyes.

Kevlan straightens, looks from Quinn to the sling, then nods at it. To 
  Bernadette, he offers earnestly, "Want me t' git this on you, honey?"

Bernadette glances between Kevlan and Quinn and then nods, keeping an eye on 
  Quinn. "Okay," she consents.

Occasionally looking at Quinn as if to ask if he's doing it right, Kevlan 
  moves to gently and carefully settle the tended arm into its sling. He keeps 
  his motions steady and even and sure.

Quinn, for his part, once he's given the sling to Kevlan, removes the tray and 
  begins to put away his supplies. He watches Kevlan out of the corner of one 
  eye, nodding, and murmurs quietly, "Figured you wouldn't mind an excuse to 
  put your arms around her, Kevlan."

Kevlan looks up, startled, then his face instantly softens. A shy smile curls 
  one end of his mouth, and his gaze then settles tenderly on Bernadette. "How 
  about it, honey?"

Bernadette narrows her eyes at the murmured comment and, once her arm is 
  settled in the sling, slides to the edge of the bed again. "Can I go now?" 
  she asks, looking up at Kevlan as he asks his question. In response she gets 
  off the bed and slips her own arm around his waist and promptly re-glues 
  herself to his side.

Quinn nods, "Feel free." He adds, over his shoulder, "I'm sorry if I 
  frightened you, Bernadette. But try to remember that a lot of us *do* care 
  about you."

Kevlan hugs the smaller Singer gently, encirling her little frame with his 
  arms.

"You don't even KNOW me," is Bernadette's reply, as she turns with Kevlan 
  towards the door and tugs him along with her as she hastens for the lifts.

A quiet, "You might be surprised," is the comment Quinn makes as the Singers 
  leave.

Kevlan is tugged, but before he vanishes, he flicks Quinn an unmistakable look 
  of gratitude.

[With that, the two Sharrs retreat to their suite; end log.]