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02.Apr.12, 08:30 PM
So many people.
Tal's eyes narrowed as he looked around the room, already disturbed by the influx of people. There were far too many spectators and far too few healers in his estimation! He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to shout something, but a presence at his flank stopped him short. He spun around just in time to meet Breccan eye to eye.
Calmly and smoothly, Talian motioned to the medicine shelf and gave a small nod of his head. "I need you to get some medicine for her," he replied coolly. "I'm thinking redwort, as both a cleansing agent and something to fight the infection. I'm going to go ahead and drain it," he murmured. "...and more cool water."
He didn't bother to smile or thank Breccan for her presence, not because he wasn't grateful but because he was intensely focused. He nodded curly and took a swift, graceful step towards the crowd. He glanced over all of them, quickly guessing based on facial expression and memory who were legitimate friends of the sick girl and who were just there for the scene. He hustled R'nd, Valerian and Allendris towards the back of the room where they could still see and talk to Jada without being in the way. "Keep her talking!" he whispered to them. Special attention was given to B'jin, who'd done an excellent got of sponging the girl's head with cool water.
Tal placed one slender hand on B'jin's arm and slowly pushed him away. "Thank you," he said, dismissing the greenrider gently before whispering to another healer to clear everyone who hadn't been selected from the room. Their excited chatter was an unnecessary distraction and would only upset Jada more. She was disoriented, and frustratingly enough, in some sort of denial over her conditon.
Why the shards hadn't she come to have these cuts checked out sooner?!
With that, Tal reached for a scalpel and started to unwind the bandages from Jada's arm. The wounds were ghastly, swollen and filled with pus. He frowned. He would need to drain it and flush it out to see if she had any dead tissue. He held her arm fast with one hand and inserted the blade with slow precision, puncturing the inside pocket of the cut and allowing it to start draining. He didn't bother to look over his shoulder for Breccan; he trusted she would be there promptly. He hadn't seen her in action yet, but she didn't carry herself like a slacker or an incompetent.
"I need someone to hold this girl down!" he called out, his offer extending to any of those he'd pushed aside or any of his fellow healers. He was going to need both arms in a moment. "....And fellis," he added as an afterthought.
Tal's eyes narrowed as he looked around the room, already disturbed by the influx of people. There were far too many spectators and far too few healers in his estimation! He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to shout something, but a presence at his flank stopped him short. He spun around just in time to meet Breccan eye to eye.
Calmly and smoothly, Talian motioned to the medicine shelf and gave a small nod of his head. "I need you to get some medicine for her," he replied coolly. "I'm thinking redwort, as both a cleansing agent and something to fight the infection. I'm going to go ahead and drain it," he murmured. "...and more cool water."
He didn't bother to smile or thank Breccan for her presence, not because he wasn't grateful but because he was intensely focused. He nodded curly and took a swift, graceful step towards the crowd. He glanced over all of them, quickly guessing based on facial expression and memory who were legitimate friends of the sick girl and who were just there for the scene. He hustled R'nd, Valerian and Allendris towards the back of the room where they could still see and talk to Jada without being in the way. "Keep her talking!" he whispered to them. Special attention was given to B'jin, who'd done an excellent got of sponging the girl's head with cool water.
Tal placed one slender hand on B'jin's arm and slowly pushed him away. "Thank you," he said, dismissing the greenrider gently before whispering to another healer to clear everyone who hadn't been selected from the room. Their excited chatter was an unnecessary distraction and would only upset Jada more. She was disoriented, and frustratingly enough, in some sort of denial over her conditon.
Why the shards hadn't she come to have these cuts checked out sooner?!
With that, Tal reached for a scalpel and started to unwind the bandages from Jada's arm. The wounds were ghastly, swollen and filled with pus. He frowned. He would need to drain it and flush it out to see if she had any dead tissue. He held her arm fast with one hand and inserted the blade with slow precision, puncturing the inside pocket of the cut and allowing it to start draining. He didn't bother to look over his shoulder for Breccan; he trusted she would be there promptly. He hadn't seen her in action yet, but she didn't carry herself like a slacker or an incompetent.
"I need someone to hold this girl down!" he called out, his offer extending to any of those he'd pushed aside or any of his fellow healers. He was going to need both arms in a moment. "....And fellis," he added as an afterthought.
