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09.Apr.12, 05:38 PM
One wrong move would be a disaster.
Talian took a moment to breathe, closing his eyes and shutting the others out for the briefest of moments while he focused his mind. Time seemed to slow down in times like these, tense times when every second counted and every move could end in disaster.
Talian, the sheltered boy who didn't like change and hated attention, thrived in chaos. He could trust his instincts and feel totally confident in himself in an emergency, something he couldn't do in any other context. If he had time, he tended to think too much. He would over think, second guess, and complicate anything before him as long as he had the time to do it. When a patient was dying and the room flew into chaos, he could streamline his thoughts and throw his insecurities aside. It was one of the few situations that made him strong.
He retrieved his blade from Breccan and moved to make the first incision. The first cut was especially important; he needed to move perfectly, drawing a thin line between living and dead tissue. It came easily. He narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, studying the arrangement of fibers and tissues as well as he could in the low light. It was a familiar structure, something he'd handled dozens of times and studied hundreds. He felt like he knew what he was doing, even if he'd never actually done this kind of work before. Well, not on a living person at least.
It was good. He needed to look like he knew what he was doing, or at least that's what he reminded himself. He didn't particularly care how he looked, but there were a lot of people in that room counting on him. Watching him. Judging him?
He felt an odd desire, something completely alien to his usual mood while working. Was it pride? The desire to please someone? He scowled a little as he continued making his fine cuts, gently scraping away rotten fibers away from living ones and being ever-mindful of Jada's future mobility. He occasionally pulled his blade back to rinse it off, taking that opportunity to examine the wound from afar.
The job was half done. He went in again, carefully slicing the underside of the rotten tissue and lifting it away, leaving only fragments of the necrosis behind the scrape away moments later. He paused, allowing another healer to flush it out, before returning. It was almost finished now.
He pulled the edges of Jada's wound apart with one hand, widening the gash so he could see more clearly into it. He did so as delicately as possible, trying not to cause her pain, but that was probably inevitable now. He knew Breccan was probably finished now. All that remained was to finish this and close Jada up.
He looked at her arm and smiled. The necrosis had been successfully removed, and most of the tissue in her arm had been spared; at least as much as they could be.
He'd had to remove a segment of the damaged muscle, but enough of it remained that he figured her arm would work again. He'd clipped a few nerves, but if anything, that would be a mercy.
A numb spot on her arm was better than no arm at all. It probably wouldn't look pretty either, but he would see what he could do.
"All right, let's get her cleaned and closed up," he said, quickly moving to do just that. Within a few more minutes, Jada's arm was clean and stitched closed, though it hardly looked like a success to the untrained eye.
To Talian, it felt like a miracle. He sighed, his shoulders slumping, and pulled his headband down around his neck.
"What a sharding night..."
Talian took a moment to breathe, closing his eyes and shutting the others out for the briefest of moments while he focused his mind. Time seemed to slow down in times like these, tense times when every second counted and every move could end in disaster.
Talian, the sheltered boy who didn't like change and hated attention, thrived in chaos. He could trust his instincts and feel totally confident in himself in an emergency, something he couldn't do in any other context. If he had time, he tended to think too much. He would over think, second guess, and complicate anything before him as long as he had the time to do it. When a patient was dying and the room flew into chaos, he could streamline his thoughts and throw his insecurities aside. It was one of the few situations that made him strong.
He retrieved his blade from Breccan and moved to make the first incision. The first cut was especially important; he needed to move perfectly, drawing a thin line between living and dead tissue. It came easily. He narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, studying the arrangement of fibers and tissues as well as he could in the low light. It was a familiar structure, something he'd handled dozens of times and studied hundreds. He felt like he knew what he was doing, even if he'd never actually done this kind of work before. Well, not on a living person at least.
It was good. He needed to look like he knew what he was doing, or at least that's what he reminded himself. He didn't particularly care how he looked, but there were a lot of people in that room counting on him. Watching him. Judging him?
He felt an odd desire, something completely alien to his usual mood while working. Was it pride? The desire to please someone? He scowled a little as he continued making his fine cuts, gently scraping away rotten fibers away from living ones and being ever-mindful of Jada's future mobility. He occasionally pulled his blade back to rinse it off, taking that opportunity to examine the wound from afar.
The job was half done. He went in again, carefully slicing the underside of the rotten tissue and lifting it away, leaving only fragments of the necrosis behind the scrape away moments later. He paused, allowing another healer to flush it out, before returning. It was almost finished now.
He pulled the edges of Jada's wound apart with one hand, widening the gash so he could see more clearly into it. He did so as delicately as possible, trying not to cause her pain, but that was probably inevitable now. He knew Breccan was probably finished now. All that remained was to finish this and close Jada up.
He looked at her arm and smiled. The necrosis had been successfully removed, and most of the tissue in her arm had been spared; at least as much as they could be.
He'd had to remove a segment of the damaged muscle, but enough of it remained that he figured her arm would work again. He'd clipped a few nerves, but if anything, that would be a mercy.
A numb spot on her arm was better than no arm at all. It probably wouldn't look pretty either, but he would see what he could do.
"All right, let's get her cleaned and closed up," he said, quickly moving to do just that. Within a few more minutes, Jada's arm was clean and stitched closed, though it hardly looked like a success to the untrained eye.
To Talian, it felt like a miracle. He sighed, his shoulders slumping, and pulled his headband down around his neck.
"What a sharding night..."
