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19.Mar.12, 06:21 PM
"Stay awake, Farlint," Talian breathed as he opened his bag. He was aware of the commotion behind, eggs breaking and creeling dragonets spilling out onto the sands. He didn't care about them, though. He only cared about Farlint.
Talian narrowed his eyes a bit and focused on the other man's slurrs barely-audible words. Bro? Nee? Sa? Talian shook his head and looked down at the injury. The leg was clearly snapped at the tibia, only a few inches beneath the knee. Knee!
Bro? Talian's eyes darted around and quickly caught sight of one of the larger hatchlings, it's hide a dingy metallic brown color. Bronze.
The bronze dragonet had done this. Talian shuddered; dragons were such vile, evil things sometimes. He swallowed his disgust and reached for some lambskin gloves and a skin of water in his bag.
"Hold still for me," Talian said soothingly, his tone even and focused as he rinsed the sand away from the wound. He couldn't apply numbweed until the wound was wrapped. Poor Farlint would just have to deal until then. Talian quickly and precisely washed and prepared the wound to be dressed. This was the sort of thing he was born to do.
"Hold him," he grunted to a fellow healer as he finished cleaning the wound and moved to actually set it. The tibia was poking through the skin. It would need to be drawn back before it could be set. It would be painful. Talian wiped some blood on his pants before grabbing Far's leg in both hands, one on the knee and one below the break, and pulled.
Hard.
He jerked the lower leg down and slid the tibia forward, pulling it back under the skin. It look a surprising amount of muscle and must have been hideously painful. The bone made a disgusting grinding sound as Talian quickly set it and held it fast. "Splint!" he called out.
Another healer was ahead of him. The man bolted over, offering a splint he'd fetched in advance. Tal motioned for him to hold the leg in place. First the ripped skin needed to be stitched. It would only require three or four sutures, a minor task. Tal reached for a needle and some sinew and quickly set to work, fingers flying and motion fluid. Then, he started splinting the break. "It's almost over," he said lightly, trying to sound comforting, though the total focus and near emotionless in his voice may have been anything but.
By the time the eggs started hatching again, it was over. Farlint's leg was splinted and some numbweed cut with water had been allowed to soak through the bandages. Talian had some blood smeared on his pants, but otherwise he'd come out of it fine.
He gave Farlint a reassuring pat on the shoulder before running to Indivara. The other healers had done a good job containing her bleeding with pressure, but her wounds needed to be cleaned immediately. She was also going to need stitches.
"Hang in there, dear," he said, knowing the unconscious girl wouldn't be able to hear her. He took her in his arms and pulled her close. She was covered in blood caked sand, vomit, sweat...and the others had handled her so roughly. Talian frowned and reached for his bag with one hand. He was loathe to set her down, but he had to in order to change his gloves.
Once changed, he got a roll of bandage and started to pull her wounds together. The others had already cleaned the sand from most of them, but the bleeding had to stop now. The bandages would suffice until he could get her to the infirmary and stitch her.
"Here we go, dear..." he sighed weakly as he quickly started to wrap. He was almost finished when he realized that Jada, the selfless girl who'd stayed by Indivara's side, was now accompanied by a gold dragonet.
Tal's eyes widened as he rose to his feet, Indivara clutched closely to his chest. ".... Congratulations," he said to Jada, eyes wide with caution. He started to take a few steps back before letting out a shout:
"Can someone take us to the infirmary?!" He hated to ask for a dragon's help, but it was necessary. Right now. Far could be carried on a stretcher, but Indivara still needed treatment.
Talian narrowed his eyes a bit and focused on the other man's slurrs barely-audible words. Bro? Nee? Sa? Talian shook his head and looked down at the injury. The leg was clearly snapped at the tibia, only a few inches beneath the knee. Knee!
Bro? Talian's eyes darted around and quickly caught sight of one of the larger hatchlings, it's hide a dingy metallic brown color. Bronze.
The bronze dragonet had done this. Talian shuddered; dragons were such vile, evil things sometimes. He swallowed his disgust and reached for some lambskin gloves and a skin of water in his bag.
"Hold still for me," Talian said soothingly, his tone even and focused as he rinsed the sand away from the wound. He couldn't apply numbweed until the wound was wrapped. Poor Farlint would just have to deal until then. Talian quickly and precisely washed and prepared the wound to be dressed. This was the sort of thing he was born to do.
"Hold him," he grunted to a fellow healer as he finished cleaning the wound and moved to actually set it. The tibia was poking through the skin. It would need to be drawn back before it could be set. It would be painful. Talian wiped some blood on his pants before grabbing Far's leg in both hands, one on the knee and one below the break, and pulled.
Hard.
He jerked the lower leg down and slid the tibia forward, pulling it back under the skin. It look a surprising amount of muscle and must have been hideously painful. The bone made a disgusting grinding sound as Talian quickly set it and held it fast. "Splint!" he called out.
Another healer was ahead of him. The man bolted over, offering a splint he'd fetched in advance. Tal motioned for him to hold the leg in place. First the ripped skin needed to be stitched. It would only require three or four sutures, a minor task. Tal reached for a needle and some sinew and quickly set to work, fingers flying and motion fluid. Then, he started splinting the break. "It's almost over," he said lightly, trying to sound comforting, though the total focus and near emotionless in his voice may have been anything but.
By the time the eggs started hatching again, it was over. Farlint's leg was splinted and some numbweed cut with water had been allowed to soak through the bandages. Talian had some blood smeared on his pants, but otherwise he'd come out of it fine.
He gave Farlint a reassuring pat on the shoulder before running to Indivara. The other healers had done a good job containing her bleeding with pressure, but her wounds needed to be cleaned immediately. She was also going to need stitches.
"Hang in there, dear," he said, knowing the unconscious girl wouldn't be able to hear her. He took her in his arms and pulled her close. She was covered in blood caked sand, vomit, sweat...and the others had handled her so roughly. Talian frowned and reached for his bag with one hand. He was loathe to set her down, but he had to in order to change his gloves.
Once changed, he got a roll of bandage and started to pull her wounds together. The others had already cleaned the sand from most of them, but the bleeding had to stop now. The bandages would suffice until he could get her to the infirmary and stitch her.
"Here we go, dear..." he sighed weakly as he quickly started to wrap. He was almost finished when he realized that Jada, the selfless girl who'd stayed by Indivara's side, was now accompanied by a gold dragonet.
Tal's eyes widened as he rose to his feet, Indivara clutched closely to his chest. ".... Congratulations," he said to Jada, eyes wide with caution. He started to take a few steps back before letting out a shout:
"Can someone take us to the infirmary?!" He hated to ask for a dragon's help, but it was necessary. Right now. Far could be carried on a stretcher, but Indivara still needed treatment.
