Post by Lynn on Aug 23, 2014 18:13:29 GMT
She listened to the girl quietly, even as she continued searching. There was no blood, but she had a good sized welt at the back of her head, the kind that could be caused by blunt trauma of the non fatal kind. As the rider came over, she tensed faintly, but all he did was exactly what she would have if she wasn't already sure. As Eternity pointed out her own injury, she hid her wince and gently smiled at the girl. "I'll be fine for now," she told her. She then raised her head and looked around them. "There were forty five students and seven instructors counting me," she said sadly. "We lost fifteen students and six instructors..."
It could have been worse, she thought, gently touching Eternity's shoulder, then rising to her feet and pacing towards a younger child who looked odd. As she drew closer, she realized what was bothering her, and her pace picked up. Skidding to a halt, she dropped to her knees beside him just as he began throwing up, and she cringed as she saw blood in it. "Shh, shh, easy now," she soothed him gently as he leaned weakly into her, raising his shirt and checking. The bruise was deep, and large, and she hid her shudder. "I wanna lie down," he told her, and she shook her head. "No no. You can't right now, sweetheart. We need to deal with your injury." Looking upwards as she heard bugling-the same sound as before she now realized-she thanked God as Norieth and the others dropped from wherever it was they had vanished to, with others on their backs. Please, we need one here! she cried mentally, and Norieth swerved, his flight straight towards her and the child with her. Though stunned-had she called him without knowing it?-she was also immensely grateful, and as the Healers dropped off and ran towards her, she nearly fainted in relief.
Not right now, she told herself. "He's bleeding internally, and I think one of his lungs has been punctured by a broken rib," she told them, her voice tight but controlled. None of them questioned her, probably because she SOUNDED like as well as DID know what she was doing, and they began pulling out their kits. She watched intently as things came out, her gaze searching. "Do you have an anesthetic?" she asked, a little worried, and one of them handed her a ceramic jar. "It doesn't smell good, but it's what we have," he told her, and she nodded, having to accept that. When she opened it, she cringed, and a smile twitched over his lips. He'd not been kidding, she thought, then she pushed the thought away and began rubbing it gently over the boy's side. It numbed her fingers as well, and she quickly realized why they'd been pulling out what appeared to be hide gloves as well. Cursing inwardly-she'd have to let them take care of it now-she backed up as the one who'd spoken to her moved forwards.
The others had deferred to him, so she could only assume he was the most knowledgeable, and as she watched him, she realized he WAS. He spoke calmly, and went right to work trying to counter what he'd been told the issue was. It didn't take him long to find the problem, and the rib was reset, the punctured lung sewn shut. Watching them work, Kaira learned that, although their medicine was not on the same level as that she came from, it worked well for them, and this man was obviously a Master of his craft. Shivering, the shock and trauma finally getting the better of her, she just sat and watched as the Healers took over, one of them coming over and making sure she was okay. When informed about her back, she moved around behind her, and Kaira heard her cluck her tongue. "Missy, you should have had this seen to already," the woman-who was younger than Kaira was-said firmly, and Kaira bowed her head submissively as the Healer went to work on her. "There were others who needed care more," she explained, and the girl snorted, but let it go, wrapping a brace firmly about Kaira's waist. After making sure she could breathe okay, she then left her with an admonishment to stay where she was.
It could have been worse, she thought, gently touching Eternity's shoulder, then rising to her feet and pacing towards a younger child who looked odd. As she drew closer, she realized what was bothering her, and her pace picked up. Skidding to a halt, she dropped to her knees beside him just as he began throwing up, and she cringed as she saw blood in it. "Shh, shh, easy now," she soothed him gently as he leaned weakly into her, raising his shirt and checking. The bruise was deep, and large, and she hid her shudder. "I wanna lie down," he told her, and she shook her head. "No no. You can't right now, sweetheart. We need to deal with your injury." Looking upwards as she heard bugling-the same sound as before she now realized-she thanked God as Norieth and the others dropped from wherever it was they had vanished to, with others on their backs. Please, we need one here! she cried mentally, and Norieth swerved, his flight straight towards her and the child with her. Though stunned-had she called him without knowing it?-she was also immensely grateful, and as the Healers dropped off and ran towards her, she nearly fainted in relief.
Not right now, she told herself. "He's bleeding internally, and I think one of his lungs has been punctured by a broken rib," she told them, her voice tight but controlled. None of them questioned her, probably because she SOUNDED like as well as DID know what she was doing, and they began pulling out their kits. She watched intently as things came out, her gaze searching. "Do you have an anesthetic?" she asked, a little worried, and one of them handed her a ceramic jar. "It doesn't smell good, but it's what we have," he told her, and she nodded, having to accept that. When she opened it, she cringed, and a smile twitched over his lips. He'd not been kidding, she thought, then she pushed the thought away and began rubbing it gently over the boy's side. It numbed her fingers as well, and she quickly realized why they'd been pulling out what appeared to be hide gloves as well. Cursing inwardly-she'd have to let them take care of it now-she backed up as the one who'd spoken to her moved forwards.
The others had deferred to him, so she could only assume he was the most knowledgeable, and as she watched him, she realized he WAS. He spoke calmly, and went right to work trying to counter what he'd been told the issue was. It didn't take him long to find the problem, and the rib was reset, the punctured lung sewn shut. Watching them work, Kaira learned that, although their medicine was not on the same level as that she came from, it worked well for them, and this man was obviously a Master of his craft. Shivering, the shock and trauma finally getting the better of her, she just sat and watched as the Healers took over, one of them coming over and making sure she was okay. When informed about her back, she moved around behind her, and Kaira heard her cluck her tongue. "Missy, you should have had this seen to already," the woman-who was younger than Kaira was-said firmly, and Kaira bowed her head submissively as the Healer went to work on her. "There were others who needed care more," she explained, and the girl snorted, but let it go, wrapping a brace firmly about Kaira's waist. After making sure she could breathe okay, she then left her with an admonishment to stay where she was.