Infirmarized

Nelenna gave a sigh as she layed in the hospital bed, trying not to squirm around in it at all, not being able to use her hands for anything right now was driving the worgen crazy. She knew she wasn’t suppose to try to use them but it had just gnawed at her. And now her arms had been tied down so that the Gilnean wouldn’t succumb to temptation. Though it also made the itch on her nose grow even worse making the worgen crazier.

She was a doer and not being able to do anything just got to her quickly, not to mention Nelenna felt alittle uncomfortable in the Dragoon Infirmary. Mostly because she wasn’t a Dragoon anymore, she didn’t hate them or even dislike any for being dismissed. They were still her friends as far as the Gilnean was concerned, she was just sorry that her own troubles had made things worse for the unit.

The Gilnean had thought more on the incidents with that elf, and wondered if she should of just done nothing, or tried to get away. Events replaying in her mind with how that elf moved Nelenna just couldn’t imagine she’d of let her run. Not to mention given the sheer precision and speed she’d only briefly shown made Nel think that a call for help wouldn’t of worked either a swift punch to the gut or even throat could stifle such things. The fact of it all though was even if in hindsight she could justify such things, at the time she’d gotten to wrapped up in trying to be a Soldier and stand her ground that she’d forgotten that soldiers did retreat and call for help. She hadn’t even tried to do either and that was the problem, not to mention the stupidity of going out alone to begin with.

The itching in her nose suddenly grew in annoyance, reminding the thought distracted worgen that it was still present. She tried in vain to puff air out her muzzle in a manner to hit the itch, but failed horribly. Moving onto rubbing her muzzle against the bedsheet offered a vague relief but was no where near as good as a scratching finger would be.

Nel looked back at the tabletop nearby that held a not from Lirriel, it mentioned the possibility of her giving the Gilnean one of the Worg pups from a recent litter her Mom’s worg had had. She was right that it would never replace Rex,  the old worg had been like family. Though it didn’t mean she couldn’t make a new friend.

It was at that point a night elf came out of a small room near the back of the infirmary where more supplies were stored.  The druid Jasria came over to the bed briefly noticing the Worgen’s motions and understanding rather quickly without words. She reached over and gave Nel’s nose a brief scratch much to the Gilnean’s relief.

“Thanks,” Nel replied with a sigh.

“Y-your welcome, how are your h-hands feeling?” Jasria spoke her voice rather soft with a small jitter to some of her words.

“Better than yesterday, how long am I going to be here?” Nelenna asked curiously and out of sheer boredom.

“Awhile longer yet, w-we can’t really pour all the magic we can to heal you faster. Lirriel is doing that w-with Lieutenant Forrester s-since she is in Command and can’t afford to b-be off her feet long right now.” Jasria replied, using Alynore’s rank despite not being an official Dragoon herself, just a healer working for them.

“I understand…I just had being confined like this.”

“If it m-makes you feel b-better, once you’ve healed up more we can let you move around some, g-go out to the garden and such. We just n-need to keep you close and an eye on you s-since there is still potential for an i-infection.”

Nelenna nods, “By the way can you do me a favor if you see Lirriel before I do?”

“Ofcourse Miss K-kaltrone,” Jasria smiled lightly.

“Could you tell her that I’d love and honor the chance to raise one of the Pups?”

“Yes,” She replies lightly with a nod before the Druid moved onto some of her other duties, it not being quite time to change the bandages on Nel’s hands and arms though it was getting close. But in the meantime Nelenna’s mind drifted to potential names.

Rex Jr. Tali. Vakarian maybe, or Gerrus.