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B'len made his way slowly to the infirmary as T'narus had commanded. He tried not to look around at anything. He answered the questions he was asked, or shook hiw head if he didn't know or just couldn't answer. By the time he reached the infirmary many of the riders had already been treated. B'len realized then that he must have sat with Sapath for a long time before T'narus spoke to him. Told him to come here. It occurred to him then that he'd had to be told to go to the infirmary, to get healed. You're loosing a grip mate he told himself. You don't act like this. Get a hold of yourself! his mind answered. but you have to. You know it.

He watched as K'ian worked alongside the healers. B'len noted that he did his job well. He could see the peace radiating from the boy and easing the pain of the riders by helping them to relax. He wondered who the boy had learned that from, it was a good skill to have. He'd have to remember to tell him that. From now on it would be very important for riders to know the skills they excelled in, because riders were now going to have to pick up the slack of those who were no longer there.

(gah its so short, I's sorry, I'll write more next time)

K'ian turned and saw B'len standing in the doorway. B'len watched as he looked and then dropped everything, running towards him to OOF! B'len nearly toppled backwards as K'ian connected with him. He didn't even have time to be angry before K'ian was off, babbling on about how worried he'd been and about Sapath and on and on and Wait. Sapath had said something?
What did you tell this boy? That we would die?
Nothing of the sort, just circumstances pending your death...
You thought there was a possiblity WE would die? That's confidence
you're reckless, what can I say.

B'len gave up and turned his attention back to the boy in front of him. K'ian had switched tunes and was now inquiring about the others. The others... B'len's empty face became tinged just a tiny bit with sadness. He didn't know what to say. He knew what he was supposed to say, but he didn't know how to say it, or even if this was the right time. He looked around the infirmary a little lost. No this wasn't the time.

But K'ian hadn't waited for that answer either, he was already halfway into the next train of thought, noting what B'len had already noted, although B'len hadn't been close enough to hear K'ian talking. Now he thought that maybe K'ian talked just a little too much for this job, or maybe it was just because B'len was there. He always talked too much around Blen.

B'len went to the closest stool and sat down as K'ian returned with his supplies. And he was off again, take off your shirt, take off your pants, wink. That was it! B'len held up a hand, hoping to stem the flow of words as he raised an eyebrow at the boy.

"K'ian,"He said quietly. "Shut up."

Then he began to slowly pull of his leather jacket, wincing slightly as he finally began to feel the pain of his burns. K'ian it seemed, was the perfect medicene to bring him out of his hole. Did T'narus know that? He hissed as the jacket fell to the ground, brushing agianst the burn on his arm. Then he started on his shirt. Fumbling with the buttons. There wasn't much left to the long sleeve on his right arm, it had been burned away with the skin, and there was a small burn on his back where the thread had scorched a hole in his jacket.

"Alright," He finally said, giving K'ian permission to start as his shirt followed the jacket to the floor, reavealing the huge scar on his chest once again. The other scars he bore had long since become so faint they could hardly be seen, but this one was there for life, and probably his knew wounds would be as well.

B'len sighed and then closed his eyes after K'ians mouth snapped shut. It was a relaxing silence. Well as relaxing as one could be when having a brillo pad scrapped against the raw skin on an arm... thats what it felt like to B'len at least. He knew K'ian was doing a good job though, so he kept his eyes closed and tried to keep his arm as relaxed as he could. Then the pain went away and B'len slowly let out the breath he'd been holding in.

Suddenly exauhstion overcame him, and all he wanted to do was fall asleep. to let the air pillow his head and feel Tamaryn's fingers caress him, comforting him till he drifted off. The idea was so pleasant that he could feel her gentle touch on his chest, tracing the scar as she always had done.

WOAH!

B'len's eyes popped open as K'ian spoke, and there was no denying that it was his fingers lightly making their way down his chest. Oh god... Then K'ian met his eyes and the only thought in his mind was if he kisses me or says anything... I'll punch him... friggin' green riders!

B'lens mouth was dry as K'ian spoke and when he answere, his voice was just a little higher than it should have been. "Sure, do uh, do your best"

And he did, and B'len was very pleased with how well K'ian bandaged him up, although all he wanted to do was run from the room as K'ian swayed in front of him, humming under his breath. It was all B'len could do to keep his eyes off of the boy's hips... looking at in horror of course.

And then T'narus' orders and K'ians questions... now he really wantd to run away. His mouth was dry again, but for a different reason. REality was entering the infirmary, where he had left it at the door. B'len shrugged and shook off K'ian's questions, pulling on his shirt as he stood.

"Time to go," he said to K'ian quietly, and led the way out of the infirmary.