Re: Chapter 1: Fort Barthone
The medic, after taking most of his armor off, leaving him in naught but his shirt and pants, she stopped moment at the size of what lay underneath the armor. Looking at Deagan's build helped explain a great deal how he could carry so much weight around, his full body armor, and his oversized weapon, without seeming to bother him too much, or hinder his movements.
"He's a big one..." the woman said mostly to herself, before starting her search for what ailed him, eventually lifting up his shirt, and revealing a massive bruise covering the majority of the front of his body. The woman gasped at such a sight, drawing one of her hands back in repulsion, "It's a miracle he's still alive! Something this powerful should have crushed his bones." she announced. And to her announcement, Deagan rustled a little from where he lay, which surprised her further, "... He's conscious to? This has to be the work of a miracle!"
The woman continued her work, however, and the most she seemed to do was examine him, rather than heal him. She shook her head on several occasions when she tried to draw conclusions, until she finally shrugged, unable to find out what she could do, "Most of his injuries are internal..." she said, glancing at Rohn to indicate that she was no longer speaking to herself, but to the woman who seemed to legitimately care for the paladin's welfare.
And on the next note, she turned about, and snapped her fingers at one of the assistants about, "Ice! Wrapped in a cloth! Ask one of the mages if we're out!" she ordered, and the sheepish looking man who she caught quickly nodded, giving the blue, bruised belly of Deagan a second glance, before running off, and coming back with a large bundle of cloth, which was very cold to the touch.
The woman took the bundle, and dismissed the man, telling him to assist someone else who very likely needed him, before taking a length of relatively soft wood, placing it in his mouth, binding his wrists to the wooden sides of the bed, and finally placing the bundle on Deagan's stomach. And once she did, trying to use the bundled ice to help stop the blood flow to all the broken veins, and stop the swelling, Deagan gave a violent, painful reaction, the binds she had placed on his wrists a moment ago holding him down, and preventing him from flailing wildly in a fury, sounds of him crushing the wood in his mouth with his jaw heard among both the medic, and Rohn, likely meaning that without the wood, he would have broken his teeth.
And now that he was wide awake again, Deagan growled from behind the wood in his mouth, quickly turning to spit it out before speaking, panting as he does so, "I... Was perfectly fine... Without the bloody freezing cold thing on me..." he complained to her.
The woman simply twisted her lips a little, while standing in a way that suggested she was getting ready to move on to another patient, "Just keep the 'bloody' thing on," she said in mocking of his (mix of Irish/English) accent, "and by tomorrow, you should be able to move around again, but nothing more than that." she told him, before looking to Rohn, and giving her a nod, the gesture alone speaking, 'he's going to be fine', while the words that followed only confirmed it, "Your reckless friend will pull through, he's simply in a bit of pain-"
She was interrupted by Deagan, "A BIT?" he shouted in question of her wording, before he groaned in pain, which helped to silence him again. And to which, the woman simply continued as if he never said anything.
"-and he'll be fine this morn, so long as he doesn't make any sudden movements, else he'll tear the veins again." she told Rohn. And with a final bow of her head, she said, "I must tend to the others, please take care of yourself..." she glanced at Deagan, "... And him." before turning about, and walking off towards the cry of a wounded victim...
