Three bewildered healers poked their heads out of the healer's hut, furrowing their foreheads as they saw a screaming RainWing barreling towards their hut. "What's going on?" murmured one quietly to the other, her scales turning an interesting orangey-violet color swirled with fern green.
"I dunno," said the other, shrugging his shoulders- the one who'd helped Uakari with moving Blackberry earlier. His scales turned slightly dark green, but he forced them back to calming blue. "An infection?" he called out. "Who's your patient? I think we'd remember a patient," he added to the dragon next to him.
Inside the hut, Blackberry jolted awake at the sound of frantic wingbeats and shouts. She stumbled to the door, avoiding the strange patient's wings, and poked her head past the other healer's wings, blinking away sleep. An elderly RainWing was shouting at them, something about infections and herbs. "What- what's wrong?" she asked one of the healers.
"Something about infection. We can handle it- you go back to sleep," said the RainWing, kindly nudging her towards her cot. "You had a long night."
The elderly RainWing yelled again, and Blackberry shook her head, clearing the fog from her mind. "I can help," she said firmly. "Tell me what's going on."
The healer sighed. "What is it with young dragonets and heroism? What happened to relaxing? Okay, you can help, but tell us if you feel tired." He went back over to the door, watching the young healer-in-training duck under to talk to the elderly dragon. She is so going to regret this. I remember the last time I went for a long time without sleep- I collapsed and didn't move for two days. Oh, well, no chance of stopping her now.