“Not an it,” She muttered as the guard left, “None of them are its.” Araceli shook her head before crouching down and looking to Tarek, “Any injuries you know of?” Not seeing the fight, she didn’t know if there were any poisons used, or what weapons were being fought with today.
"Got anything, for Vetch in that bag of yours?" For the most part there wasn't many injuries, besides the few cuts and scrapes. "Pretty sure," he started, taking his time, "it was Vetch." A poison ment to weaken, and disoriente.
She nodded, digging through her bag until she found a small vial with a noticeably pink label, “I do, how long since you first noticed the effects?” Most of the poisons used in the arena got more deadly with time, meaning if they weren’t treated right away they could potentially kill. Handing the bottle to him, she motioned for him to drink it all while she found a clean rag and found a clean bucket of water to get it wet in.
"Half way?" Tarek said right before downing the bottle. If he was going to die, he refused for it to be by poison. The room seemed to start spinning, and he crinkled his nose in response. "Mighta' been sooner."
“That should be enough then, tell me if you start feeling like you’re going to puke.” She crouched back in front of him again and started cleaning off the blood and area around the cuts, hearing the next fight already going in the arena. Cleaning the wounds didn’t take long and soon she was applying the same cream-like stuff as before to the cuts.
"Yeah, the whole room is spinning." Though it really wouldn't have been the first time. He leaned his head back against the wall, deciding to just let her work. Besides that its not like he had anything to talk about, nor did he feel like talking. He was tired, and a nap sounded nice.
Araceli nodded, grabbing some bandages from her bag and trying to decide which of the cuts needed some and which would be fine without one. Most of them were had to decide so she just played it safe and covered them. The smaller ones she left though to heal with the air.
After a while he spoke again, "What do you think of my master plan to see you again, beautiful?" Tarek forced a smile and chuckled lightly. "Totally get messed up." Though that was not his plan. The plan was to survive, just like every other day.
A small laugh escaped her lips and she looked up at him, “Please, do not get messed up in the arena just to see me.” She put on the last of the bandages and glanced up at him again, cheeks slightly flushed, “If you want to see me, just ask.”
(I might disappear for a while. Sorry)
"Well I'll keep that in mind next time." Tarek pushed himself into a straighter sitting possision. Feeling as if the antidote was doing its job.
(It’s ok :) just come back eventually)
Araceli sat back and started packing her bag back up, knowing she would have plenty more work to do from the other fights, “Should I get one of the guards and have them unlock you so you can go back to your cell and rest?”
"Nah," Tarek sat up a bit. "I can see the fights from here. It would be boring being stuck in a cell." Besides, his friend was up soon, and he wanted to watch. It might have sounded sick, or make it seem like he was twisted and enjoyed the fights. But he didn't. He just wanted to make sure no one else he cared about died today.
She nodded, putting her pack over her shoulder and standing up. "Alright then, don't hurt yourself anymore than you already are." Glancing towards the arena, she heard plenty of cheers, and not for the fighter who's life it was to fight.
(Happy birthday!)
"There's no fights tomorrow. I think I'll be fine." There had never been fights on the last day of the week. It was their day to rest, and worship whatever god had forgotten about them. The one day where they where almost viewed as a human being. Some of the fighters where even aloud to leave the arena and attend whatever it was they went to. But of course guards kept them under lock and key still. They didn't need a monster running lose, a brutal killer trying to seek forgiveness from their god. The cheers brought Tarek back to reality, and he watched as his friend ripped the humans throat out. He wondered if they had a god they where returning to.
(Thanks!!)
Araceli glanced at him for a second before fixing her bag on her shoulder and walking away, getting ready to start helping whoever came out of the arena and needed her help next. Tomorrow she was deffinetly going to be sleeping in, and eating as big of breakfast as she wanted. Working in the arena only had two downsides, and one of them was you had to be up early and work late, which meant most of the time sleeping as soon as she got in the door and only eating food the next morning before she dashed out the door.
Tarek watched as the healer left, and wondered what she did on her day of rest. Though it was probably the same as most others. Relaxe and forget the ones stuck here. Off to enjoy her day in the sun, while he only saw it through his tiny window. He wondered what the city was like and if he'd ever see it. And suddenly an idea hit him, one that might be crazy and would most likely get him thrown into hell when he finally died. But gosh darn, if it worked he'd surely never forget it.
She took up a spot right inside the main door to the arena and listened to the fight, wincing every time someone was hit or the crowd roared. This wasn't an easy fight and for some reason she had a gut feeling that she was going to have to do some major work to keep this fighter alive.
Tarek closed his eyes at some point. The blood making him want to throw up. "You better not die." He muttered, somehow wishing his friend would hear him.
They huffed a ragged breath. Why was the arena spinning? They looked from the dead body before them, regret stabbing at their gut. They didn't mean to kill the person so brutally. But the game master threatened them. He'd been trying to make the arena more interesting. People where losing interest, and he intended not to let that happen. Thump. and they where down. The world going black around the edges. Was the game master trying to kill them all?
With the last fighter down, the arena had mixed reactions. They watched as the monster went down and guards came out to fetch their body. Araceli gasped slightly when she saw they were still alive and she readied her bag, rolling up her sleeves as they drug him in. This was going to be tough. The guards drug him off to the side, away from Tarek, so the healers could do their work while the next fight started. “Gotta be quick,” She murmured to herself as she and two other make healers rushes to the fighter. Already they set to work, each with their own style of healing but all working together. There was so much blood everywhere.
(I'm totally gonna let you decide if they live or die.)
"Aimi!" Tarek shouted and forced himself to his feet. He'd never seen them so monstrous in a fight before. Why rip a human apart like that? Be so brutal even after the human was dead?
Araceli only glanced over at him momentarily, her eyes glued to the work she was doing and trying to save the fighter. They had clearly used one of the deadlier poisons on their weapons this time, one that made who they were fighting delusional. It made them more vicious and angry, and when it seemed far enough into their body, it could have terrible aftermath. The cuts were big and were bleeding heavily, another side effect of the poison. She pulled out bandages and everything else in her bag, talking quietly along with the other two medics to see what they could to and how much time they had to work. When the next fighter would come in and need help. That was how much time they had before one of them left to help and the other two worked.
Tarek watched in absolute horror. There was so much blood, it made him sick. It was then when a guard noticed he was still there. The guard grumbled a string of curses before unlocking the chains and dragging him off to his own cell. 'please be okay.' he found himself silently repeating in his head.
Her mouth set into a determined line as they fought to save their life. The next fight had already started and they were running out of time to work and save their life without loosing any function. She was already covered in blood as they put coagulant into their bloodstream to stop the blood from pouring out as fast. Then, with the help of stitches, rolls of bandages, and all the pain medication they could spare, they started making progress. Araceli cursed internally as the next fight ended and another warrior came stumbling in, this one just needing minor treatment though it still took away a pair of hands to go fix. Still fighting to save their life though.
(Heads up I'm moving all my RP's to pm)
(Oke doke)