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04.Apr.12, 02:59 PM
"Shhhh," Talian said softly, reaching over with one hand and running it across Jada's forehead. What appeared outwardly to be a gesture of concern was also practical; he was checking her temperature, as evident by the use of the back of his hand instead of the palm. Her fever lingered, but it was no longer dangerous.
"Are you cold, Jada?" he cooed, asking an obvious question in hopes of getting a more direct answer from her. Her skin was still warm to the touch. "Don't worry, it'll be over soon. Just keep telling me how you feel, okay?" He was calm on the outside, but inside his mind was racing like a madman; racing, but brutally focused on the task at hand. Business as usual, or at least as usual as this business could ever be.
Once the others had the poor girl pinned, Tal returned to his previous task. Breccan was soon at his side, as he'd hoped and expected. "Thanks," he said under his breath as he worked to drain the wound. He noticed Breccan's opportunistic use of fellis and managed a fleeting smile. "Good work. Keep the water coming," he said to her, eyes never leaving Jada's arm as he swiftly made his incisions and allowed the wound to drain. Together, they'd soon flushed it out, but Talian was soon greeted with an unwelcome sight.
"Shards," he hissed through gritted teeth. He could see a strip of off-color flesh just inside the laceration, layered beneath the fat tissue. The very core of the wound had festered and died. The resulting strip of dead flesh would have to be removed. It was a mess.
"Necrosis," he said, flashing a serious look to Breccan. He would need to finish draining the wounds on both arms before he could remove it, since he'd need to see if she had any rot in her other arm as well. He moved quickly around the table and unwound the second bandage.
The other arm wasn't so serious. He inhaled deeply, relieved, and made short work of the draining. Afterwards, he handed his blade to Breccan. "Cleanse this with redwort, please," he asked before curtly walking across the room, diving into the shelf of bottles and velveteen bags containing medicinal herbs.
He quickly located some featherfern tonic and returned, thrusting forward to the nearest unoccupied pair of hands: Allendris. "Put three drops of this under her tongue once the fellis takes effect and she stops trashing," he instructed mechanically before peeling his gloves away and reaching for a fresh pair. "It'll help her fever."
He discarded the bloodied gloves, trusting one of the other healers to collect and dispose of them, before he returned to Jada's mangled right arm. He retrieved his scalpel from Breccan and nodded a hasty thanks before leaning forward, hands steady and eyes narrowed, and started to plan how he would remove the necrotic flesh. There wasn't too much, not enough to actually cripple the girl, though she would probably need some therapy to get full use of her arm again.
Good thing, too. Much longer and she'd have lost the whole arm.
Talian shook his head. "Breccan," he said aloud, cutting his eyes towards her. His voice remained steady. "Go ahead and start flushing out and closing her other arm," he instructed as he reached forward, slowly and fluidly making the first cut.
His second real surgery. His heart didn't pound so much this time, but his patient's screams were no easier to tune out. He just had to ignore them, fade into his own realm whether nothing else existed. Just him and the knife.
"Are you cold, Jada?" he cooed, asking an obvious question in hopes of getting a more direct answer from her. Her skin was still warm to the touch. "Don't worry, it'll be over soon. Just keep telling me how you feel, okay?" He was calm on the outside, but inside his mind was racing like a madman; racing, but brutally focused on the task at hand. Business as usual, or at least as usual as this business could ever be.
Once the others had the poor girl pinned, Tal returned to his previous task. Breccan was soon at his side, as he'd hoped and expected. "Thanks," he said under his breath as he worked to drain the wound. He noticed Breccan's opportunistic use of fellis and managed a fleeting smile. "Good work. Keep the water coming," he said to her, eyes never leaving Jada's arm as he swiftly made his incisions and allowed the wound to drain. Together, they'd soon flushed it out, but Talian was soon greeted with an unwelcome sight.
"Shards," he hissed through gritted teeth. He could see a strip of off-color flesh just inside the laceration, layered beneath the fat tissue. The very core of the wound had festered and died. The resulting strip of dead flesh would have to be removed. It was a mess.
"Necrosis," he said, flashing a serious look to Breccan. He would need to finish draining the wounds on both arms before he could remove it, since he'd need to see if she had any rot in her other arm as well. He moved quickly around the table and unwound the second bandage.
The other arm wasn't so serious. He inhaled deeply, relieved, and made short work of the draining. Afterwards, he handed his blade to Breccan. "Cleanse this with redwort, please," he asked before curtly walking across the room, diving into the shelf of bottles and velveteen bags containing medicinal herbs.
He quickly located some featherfern tonic and returned, thrusting forward to the nearest unoccupied pair of hands: Allendris. "Put three drops of this under her tongue once the fellis takes effect and she stops trashing," he instructed mechanically before peeling his gloves away and reaching for a fresh pair. "It'll help her fever."
He discarded the bloodied gloves, trusting one of the other healers to collect and dispose of them, before he returned to Jada's mangled right arm. He retrieved his scalpel from Breccan and nodded a hasty thanks before leaning forward, hands steady and eyes narrowed, and started to plan how he would remove the necrotic flesh. There wasn't too much, not enough to actually cripple the girl, though she would probably need some therapy to get full use of her arm again.
Good thing, too. Much longer and she'd have lost the whole arm.
Talian shook his head. "Breccan," he said aloud, cutting his eyes towards her. His voice remained steady. "Go ahead and start flushing out and closing her other arm," he instructed as he reached forward, slowly and fluidly making the first cut.
His second real surgery. His heart didn't pound so much this time, but his patient's screams were no easier to tune out. He just had to ignore them, fade into his own realm whether nothing else existed. Just him and the knife.
