07-20-2018, 10:26 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]In the end, there was little that they could do about internal bleeding with what was available to them.
She had tried to heal Starrynight, but a punctured lung was beyond the scope of anything she was able to do even now. Without advanced surgical tools, anesthesia, disinfectants, and so on, any attempt to fix internal injuries was basically doomed to fail. Even now, when Playerone had brought Carolina back, Rin had been able to tell that there were wounds beneath the surface that were beyond her reach.
She had tried her best anyway- they all had, working as a team. She had hoped that when Carolina didn't die right away, when she survived the first few hours, she would heal properly even despite her internal injuries. She was even able to walk around some, though Rin had encouraged her not to strain herself too much.
Maybe, Rin reflected as she came upon Carolina's dead body beneath the trees, she could have saved her if she had just been more vigilant. It was a long shot, whether Carolina rested as she had been told to or not, but Rin didn't believe in lost causes. Bastille had revived despite the wounds on his neck. Even Suiteheart and Margaery, despite being well and truly dead when they were discovered, had eventually made their way back.
She could only hope that the same would happen here. She did not know Carolina very well at all, but even having only seen her around a few times, she could tell that the agent had a stubbornness about her- much like the other freelancers. Even after checking the body's pulse and finding no signs of life, Rin could only sigh and shake her head. It was out of her hands now; they had done the best they could, but in the end it would be up to fate whether or not Carolina ever returned.
"Washington," she called out, her ears flattening back. "You might want to see this. It's your fellow agent." If there was grieving to be done, then there was no point in trying to hide it.
She had tried to heal Starrynight, but a punctured lung was beyond the scope of anything she was able to do even now. Without advanced surgical tools, anesthesia, disinfectants, and so on, any attempt to fix internal injuries was basically doomed to fail. Even now, when Playerone had brought Carolina back, Rin had been able to tell that there were wounds beneath the surface that were beyond her reach.
She had tried her best anyway- they all had, working as a team. She had hoped that when Carolina didn't die right away, when she survived the first few hours, she would heal properly even despite her internal injuries. She was even able to walk around some, though Rin had encouraged her not to strain herself too much.
Maybe, Rin reflected as she came upon Carolina's dead body beneath the trees, she could have saved her if she had just been more vigilant. It was a long shot, whether Carolina rested as she had been told to or not, but Rin didn't believe in lost causes. Bastille had revived despite the wounds on his neck. Even Suiteheart and Margaery, despite being well and truly dead when they were discovered, had eventually made their way back.
She could only hope that the same would happen here. She did not know Carolina very well at all, but even having only seen her around a few times, she could tell that the agent had a stubbornness about her- much like the other freelancers. Even after checking the body's pulse and finding no signs of life, Rin could only sigh and shake her head. It was out of her hands now; they had done the best they could, but in the end it would be up to fate whether or not Carolina ever returned.
"Washington," she called out, her ears flattening back. "You might want to see this. It's your fellow agent." If there was grieving to be done, then there was no point in trying to hide it.
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