Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Nov 23, 2015 21:15:04 GMT -8
((3077.09.14 | Afternoon | Infirmary))
I will not cry.
How strange, that all his world narrowed down to that. It was true though. He would not cry. Men didn’t cry. Not strong men, anyway, and what was the point, if you weren’t strong. He could still see the spear coming closer, feel it bite into his leg, pinning him onto his dragon.
Should have been more alert.
Voices, overhead. He couldn’t make out what they said. A face he recognized.
“Eira?” Strange, he’d hardly known the girl back home, relatively, but she was his sister still.
Eira stood over her brother, repeating tsk tsk and shaking her head. Another one today. "L'van." Eira lamented quietly. He'd gotten hurt. Well, that was understatement. In any case, she disapproved.
"I already had my hands full today," she muttered, looking down at the leg. "You're lucky someone had the good sense to leave it in." She reached for her pack and picked out some wax and started filling her ears. The room was a little too noisy for her tastes with the others from L'van's party coming in.
I'm going to need you for this one, Wivish. Eira summoned the LifeWing. She had been working across the room. Monitor, pain management. She tried to wrap up the lulling song and ease away, though she saw the wrinkles work their way back into the face as she left.
Here. Wivish leaned in to get a better look, some of the attending people shuffling awkwardly out of the feathers. Eira, this is very bad. How come you did not sound like it was very bad? Your voice is wrong.
I guess I'm just tired.
Then when you get a break, I will make sure you get some sleep. Until then, let's see to this leg.
Eira sat next to the table and set her hands lightly on the leg. She expected it to hurt. They needed to know what was damaged before they gave him anything and set to fixing it. Most importantly, they needed to know if he would bleed. Eira felt her hands start to tingle as Wivish trickled shy notes into the air. Her ears didn't hear them sharply, but her mind through Wivish's did. Together they moved to imagine the shapes that lay there beneath the surface. Major arteries in tact. Thank Faranth. She could have lost him today. The sour thought clouded their picture and Eira breathed out to let it go. Later.
Plenty of damage here. Enough to keep him bed ridden for months as the muscles healed. L'van wouldn't like that. He'd probably fight her about it. Later.
Some problems they'd need to heal up behind them but it would be a much easier procedure than her worst fear coming in.
Best to start, take it out, and clean it out then.
So the pair got to work. Eira asked one of the milling men who had brought L'van in to go get something for her. She set out bottle after bottle, shaking them and frowning when they were emptier than she needed. Damn war.
"They'll be back soon, L'van," she encouraged, wiping his face with a cool cloth. "Now, don't do this again. I'm running out of good bandages."