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22.Aug.12, 09:53 PM
Talian held back a sigh. He dealt with difficult patients all the time, rude ones too. That didn't mean it was easy. As it turned out, a practiced hand was not always a willing one. Talian was gentle and timid, and considering his wild emotional range since his arrival at Katila, not the best suited for things like restraining unwilling patients.
He watched in silence as the young man before him struggled to sit up. Talian narrowed his eyes in near-disbelief. Was he really just going to get up and walk about without at least getting his wound cleaned? What a...what a dimglow! Talian's eyes widened as Sanderon, obviously amazingly stubborn, actually managed to walk all the way across the room.
Tal didn't want to stop him. Not physically. Tal had been knocked around and physically accosted enough as of late. But he couldn't, in all good faith, actually let the idiot wander away with his back torn to ribbons. He frowned. Well, he had taken an oath, had he not? The healer inhaled deeply and moved across the room at a brisk pace, reaching out with one slender hand to push the door shut before Sanderon could manage to amble his way out into the hallway.
"I can't force you to stay," Talian said, nervously placing himself between the other man and the door. "But before you go, I have to warn you. Your back has some serious lacerations. If you don't clean them out and have them closed, you risk infection, re-opening, and all sorts of complications."
He sighed and looked away. There had been a time when Talian couldn't talk to someone without looking them in the eyes, but ever since that greenrider held him and forced him to look...well...that habit was reversed, to say the least.
Besides, he saw in Sanderon the same burning anger he'd once felt himself. He would have still felt it, were he not so conscious of his own drift towards disillusioned evil. He'd let the anger go, but it was replaced only with sadness. Tal's anger had dried up, but it was something he could relate to.
Tal wrung his hands anxiously.
He watched in silence as the young man before him struggled to sit up. Talian narrowed his eyes in near-disbelief. Was he really just going to get up and walk about without at least getting his wound cleaned? What a...what a dimglow! Talian's eyes widened as Sanderon, obviously amazingly stubborn, actually managed to walk all the way across the room.
Tal didn't want to stop him. Not physically. Tal had been knocked around and physically accosted enough as of late. But he couldn't, in all good faith, actually let the idiot wander away with his back torn to ribbons. He frowned. Well, he had taken an oath, had he not? The healer inhaled deeply and moved across the room at a brisk pace, reaching out with one slender hand to push the door shut before Sanderon could manage to amble his way out into the hallway.
"I can't force you to stay," Talian said, nervously placing himself between the other man and the door. "But before you go, I have to warn you. Your back has some serious lacerations. If you don't clean them out and have them closed, you risk infection, re-opening, and all sorts of complications."
He sighed and looked away. There had been a time when Talian couldn't talk to someone without looking them in the eyes, but ever since that greenrider held him and forced him to look...well...that habit was reversed, to say the least.
Besides, he saw in Sanderon the same burning anger he'd once felt himself. He would have still felt it, were he not so conscious of his own drift towards disillusioned evil. He'd let the anger go, but it was replaced only with sadness. Tal's anger had dried up, but it was something he could relate to.
Tal wrung his hands anxiously.
