TW: Blood, Injury
K'mina walked through the halls of the weyr at a quick, but even pace. He held his left hand, wrapped tightly in a handkerchief that was stained red with blood. Lagann sat perched on his head, letting out pained warbles as he made his way towards the Healer's Clinic.
I told you that was a terrible idea! Gurrenth scolded her bonded. Now you're hurt and Lagann is upset!
She'll be fine, K'mina assured. And I'm going to get fixed up in a jiffy. See? I'm already at the Healer's.
He walked into the infirmary, still clutching his hand tightly. "Hey is there a medic around here? I got a nasty cut here!" He hollered into the room, ignorant of the concept of an inside voice.