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24.Aug.12, 06:11 PM
The sound of Talian wringing out the rag into the redwort solution made him stiffen with sickening dread. More powerful than his want to be free of the pain was his need to know what was going on around him. Being drugged was not an option with him. It never had been, even when he was still with his family. His oldest brother Sarron was the same way. His father might also be that way, but Sanderon had never known the man to be injured. Perhaps he was too skilled to make injurious mistakes. His closest brother Arkero needed to be drugged. He was brave and all but did not deal with pain well. He welcomed the relief that came from the drugs.
Thinking on his family now, Sanderon tried not to groan while his wounds were being cleaned and flushed. Talian's hands were gentle and very quick. It was something he was extremely grateful for. When the one with a small bit of debri in it was given a slightly harder wiping out, he couldn't help but to jerk his body with a muffled cry into the pillow.
Done. The cleaning was done? Wonderful! Maybe now he could feel the wonderful effects of numbweed.
Stitches? A very slight trembling entered his limbs with the effort it took for him to just lay there and take more.
Taking a deep breath as was suggested, he let it out not with mumbled numbers but quickly with a tortured groan which he quickly tried to suppress. The first stab of the needle had been totally expected but worse than he thought it would be. Was he getting weak-minded in his exhaustion? It was just a needle prick after all. He should be able to handle a few of those without any trouble at all. Right?
Each stab and gentle pulling of the thread to close the wound, so it could heal, was keenly felt. It was not fun in the least but Sand knew that when it was over, the relief could come. He just had to get through it. Talian's voice speaking about mundane, daily activities was at first irritating but then it became his anchor. He did not listen to the words so much as the voice itself. Talian might not realize how much this simple act of speaking was helping Sanderon to cope. He would have to thank the man when it was all said and done.
"Numbweed now?" Sanderon mumbled with hope, when the stitching was complete.
Thinking on his family now, Sanderon tried not to groan while his wounds were being cleaned and flushed. Talian's hands were gentle and very quick. It was something he was extremely grateful for. When the one with a small bit of debri in it was given a slightly harder wiping out, he couldn't help but to jerk his body with a muffled cry into the pillow.
Done. The cleaning was done? Wonderful! Maybe now he could feel the wonderful effects of numbweed.
Stitches? A very slight trembling entered his limbs with the effort it took for him to just lay there and take more.
Taking a deep breath as was suggested, he let it out not with mumbled numbers but quickly with a tortured groan which he quickly tried to suppress. The first stab of the needle had been totally expected but worse than he thought it would be. Was he getting weak-minded in his exhaustion? It was just a needle prick after all. He should be able to handle a few of those without any trouble at all. Right?
Each stab and gentle pulling of the thread to close the wound, so it could heal, was keenly felt. It was not fun in the least but Sand knew that when it was over, the relief could come. He just had to get through it. Talian's voice speaking about mundane, daily activities was at first irritating but then it became his anchor. He did not listen to the words so much as the voice itself. Talian might not realize how much this simple act of speaking was helping Sanderon to cope. He would have to thank the man when it was all said and done.
"Numbweed now?" Sanderon mumbled with hope, when the stitching was complete.
