(I miss you toooooo. I only have like two and a half weeks until I'm on holiday again so I should be active more often, yayyyy! (: )
Tanrial nodded towards a clean cloth and the clean water, "Once I've pulled the arrow out I need you to clean the wound quickly. Once that's done I'll heal it up."
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(Yayy! XD Can't wait!)
"Okay." Shiv picked up the cloth and wrung it out, shifting closer and waiting at the ready for Tanrial to remove the arrow.
The injured bandit gritted his teeth and leaned back on his elbows. "I know this is gonna hurt, but how much, would you say? More than it already hurts now?"
"I dunno…" Tanrial shrugged a shoulder, grabbing the arrow in her hands, "Probably like," She didn't even finish her sentence before she pulled the arrow out, quick and clean, "Higher then an eleven?"
The bandit let out a very loud yelp and followed up with a stream of foul language, clutching at his leg. Shiv darted in with her rag and quickly cleaned away the fresh well of blood, as well as the dirt and grime underneath. "There. Is that good enough, Tanrial?"
Tanrial nodded, "Yeah, that's good." Once Shiv had taken away the rag, she placed her hands over the wound, letting her magic run and feel out the wound. Luckily it didn't feel too deep, but it was still a deadly wound. After a moment, slowly the wound started to seal itself over.
Both Shiv and the injured bandit watched in amazement, mouths agape. It was clear that neither of them had seen a magic-user in action before.
"It's pretty," Shiv breathed.
"It's freaky," the other bandit countered nervously, trying hard not to flinch away. "It's not natural. It feels weird. Are you almost done?"
Tanrial smiled a little Shiv before nodding to the bandit, “Yeah, hang on…” A moment later, the gold faded away to show a healed foot, with only a small, almost invisible scar left.
The bandit quickly bounced to his feet. "Wow. Um….thanks. I feel all better now." He edged towards the door, then darted outside. "Bye."
Shiv huffed in annoyance. "He should've thanked you better. That arrow could've killed him, if it weren't fer you. Jerk…." She grumbled to herself, carefully washing out her cleaning rag so it was ready for the next patient.
Tanrial shrugged, pulling her hair to one side, "Hey, some people don't like the concept of magic, I get it. He should have thanked you though. You helped too, it wasn't all me."
"Yeah," Shiv agreed with a pout. She scooted forward and parted the curtain, peeking outside. "Hey, who's next?"
A thickset woman with blue-stained hair stumbled in, holding her left arm away from her body. Her hand looked like it had been crushed by something very heavy, and was barely recognizable. Shiv winced.
"Can you fix that?" she whispered to Tanrial.
Tanrial scrunched up her face slightly, accessing the damage, "Yeah… magic will do it. Um… Shiv can you pass me a light blue bottle from my bag?"
"Uh-huh." Shiv went over and rummaged through Tanrial's things, trying not to handle anything too roughly. After a moment she held up a bottle. "This one?"
(Sorry, had a busy day yesterday and then slept all day today because I’m siiick)
Tanrial nodded, gesturing to the bandit with her head, “That’ll numb the pain for a little while.” She said, gently taking her hand.
(Aww, I'm sorry to hear you're sick! I hope you feel better very soon hugs)
The woman spoke for the first time, seeming to be speaking around missing teeth. "Well, don' worry about that. I can't feel nuthin. That's what happens, sometimes, y'know, when you get hurt real bad. It won' actually hurt hurt for a while yet." She stared at her mashed fingers for a minutes as if hypnotized, then quickly looked away. "Th' trick is to don't stare at it. That way your brain won't even notice that somethin's wrong."
(Thaaaanks hugs back)
Tanrial sighed, "Well, I'm gonna be poking around the area so you're probably going to feel that so just take a bit of that potion and you really won't feel anything."
The woman muttered to herself, but accepted the potion. "Fiiine. Do yer worst."
"I always try." Tanrial replied, letting her magic start to slowly reform and push bones back into place.
Shiv watched carefully, seeming both repulsed and fascinated by the sight of the hand being reverse-crushed. The injured woman stared as well, her eyes wide. Slowly, her fingers started to look more like actual fingers again.
"Woah," the woman said. "Ango was right. I think you might be the best medic ever."
"I might not be the best medic when my magic depletes…" She mumbled. She gently started to help guide the fingers into the right position, having to crack a couple fingers to get them into place.
The woman waited until she was finished, then flexed her fingers and gave a gap-toothed grin. "It works great. Thanks. Anything else you gotta do, or is it all fixed up?"
Tanrial shook her head, "Try not to do anything taxing for a little while, it'll be sore for a bit and weaker then usual but other then that you're good to go."
"'Kay." The woman stood up and backed out of the tent, looking much more clear-headed.
"Hey," Shiv called after her. "How many more hurt people are waiting out there?"
The woman glanced over. "Like five. I think two of them collapsed and can't move, so you might wanna go out to them or somethin'."
Tanrial let out an audible sigh, rubbing at her face with both hands, "Well, I'll be sleeping deep tonight." She stood and motioned for Shiv to follow as she walked out of the small hut.
The woman had been right. Of the five injured bandits remaining, two seemed to have collapsed into varying levels of unconsciousness and one of those two was lying in a pool of his own blood. Out of the other three, one was sitting completely deadpan with a severed hand, one seemed fine except for a broken nose, and one was curled up against a tree with his face hidden–the extent of his wounds was unclear, but he was certainly whimpering enough for all of them.
Shiv surveyed the group, looking a bit overwhelmed. "Uhh….who do we start with? The worst one? Which one's th' worst?"
Tanrial chewed on her bottom lip, “The one who looks like he’d lost the most blood,” She finally decided, “Once he’s not losing so much blood we can move on and come back.”