11.Dec.12, 02:16 AM
Worried and stressed as he was, Talian was in no mood for shit. He glared right back at his father and nodded in acknowledgment of Larrikith's comment. "Gladly," he said, reaching out and pointing one lecturing finger at his father's face. "B'jin!" Tal snapped, using his healer-voice and talking to the man as he would to a drunk. "You will close your mouth this instant! You are hurt, in serious condition, and will not be gong anywhere!"
He took a step closer. "You will hold still while I treat you, and afterwards you will lie still in bed until morning. You will stay here until your swelling goes down. Do you understand me? If you don't, I will have my assistants tie you down to the bed."
He spun around and fetched some fellis juice. "Now then. R'nd? Help me get this down his throat, if you will." Tal moved forward and seized B'jin's chin in his hands, pushing his head back to open his throat. "Help me hold him, please," Talian said quickly to R'nd before upending the fellis juice down B'jin's throat.
"Shame on you, Dad, for thinking I would bring numbweed near you!" Talian added in a stern voice, eyes focused as he worked. It didn't take long to administer the drug, after which Talian began rooting for other remedies.
"Okay, I'll need to get something for the swelling and treat his wounds..." he mumbled. "Nothing to be done about the broken ribs, but the fellis juice should keep him silly enough so the pain won't bother him." These soft, concerned words were aimed at R'nd, how was undoubtedly worried.
Talian quickly got his supplies in order and went to work. A few herbs and some quick patching up of B'jin's wounds and he was ready to go; much of the damage was internal, and there was little Talian could do other than make hi comfortable.
"R'nd? If you could help me get him in bed? He needs to stay over night so I can make sure his concussion doesn't worsen."
He took a step closer. "You will hold still while I treat you, and afterwards you will lie still in bed until morning. You will stay here until your swelling goes down. Do you understand me? If you don't, I will have my assistants tie you down to the bed."
He spun around and fetched some fellis juice. "Now then. R'nd? Help me get this down his throat, if you will." Tal moved forward and seized B'jin's chin in his hands, pushing his head back to open his throat. "Help me hold him, please," Talian said quickly to R'nd before upending the fellis juice down B'jin's throat.
"Shame on you, Dad, for thinking I would bring numbweed near you!" Talian added in a stern voice, eyes focused as he worked. It didn't take long to administer the drug, after which Talian began rooting for other remedies.
"Okay, I'll need to get something for the swelling and treat his wounds..." he mumbled. "Nothing to be done about the broken ribs, but the fellis juice should keep him silly enough so the pain won't bother him." These soft, concerned words were aimed at R'nd, how was undoubtedly worried.
Talian quickly got his supplies in order and went to work. A few herbs and some quick patching up of B'jin's wounds and he was ready to go; much of the damage was internal, and there was little Talian could do other than make hi comfortable.
"R'nd? If you could help me get him in bed? He needs to stay over night so I can make sure his concussion doesn't worsen."