11.Nov.12, 08:58 PM
Talian flashed his father a dispassionate but understanding look. "No nurses," he said, shaking his head. "They're all incompetent, plus they'll try to make me stop working while it heals. I'll be able to work just fine once it's sewed up, I just can't do it by myself I don't think." He knew he was being stubborn, but he was fully convinced that not a single person in the hall at Katila that he trusted to so much as check his temperature, much less actually touch him.
He frowned a little bit. He didn't want to pressure B'jin into helping, especially since the older man's stomach seemed so weak. The last thing Tal needed was to bully his poor father into spewing all over the floor. That wouldn't help anyone. He sighed and shifted himself closer to his desk.
He narrowed his eyes at the cut and flexed his hand a bit. The bleeding had slowed down enough that he felt comfortable closing it, so after a moment of hesitation, he started to thread his needle. His hand stung while he worked, as he was unable to do it with only the undamaged one, but he had to finished quickly enough.
"Don't worry about it, B'jin. I can do it," Talian said, focused and all but whispering as he gently slid the needle into his flesh. He hissed softly and pulled it though before making another delicate insertion on the other edge of the wound. He pulled it tight and stared down at it, trying to decide if he could actually do this with just one hand.
He thought he could. It would just take a while.
"I've got it," he said stoically. "Thank you, Dad. You can go if you want...Um, there's an herb in a red bag under my desk, if you put some in your tea it will settle your stomach," the boy offered selflessly, though his tone lacked inflection as he continued to focus on his work.
He frowned a little bit. He didn't want to pressure B'jin into helping, especially since the older man's stomach seemed so weak. The last thing Tal needed was to bully his poor father into spewing all over the floor. That wouldn't help anyone. He sighed and shifted himself closer to his desk.
He narrowed his eyes at the cut and flexed his hand a bit. The bleeding had slowed down enough that he felt comfortable closing it, so after a moment of hesitation, he started to thread his needle. His hand stung while he worked, as he was unable to do it with only the undamaged one, but he had to finished quickly enough.
"Don't worry about it, B'jin. I can do it," Talian said, focused and all but whispering as he gently slid the needle into his flesh. He hissed softly and pulled it though before making another delicate insertion on the other edge of the wound. He pulled it tight and stared down at it, trying to decide if he could actually do this with just one hand.
He thought he could. It would just take a while.
"I've got it," he said stoically. "Thank you, Dad. You can go if you want...Um, there's an herb in a red bag under my desk, if you put some in your tea it will settle your stomach," the boy offered selflessly, though his tone lacked inflection as he continued to focus on his work.