[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Imperia arrives in a flourish. Slightly out of breath from sprinting all the way over from the cleric's den back at the main camp, the lovely creature all but collapses beside Moonmade in her haste. In spite of her fatigue, the girl maintains her balance as she slows to a halt and crouches beside the young patient. "I apologize for taking so long," she says, her voice a breathy whisper. Her leather satchel seems to overflow with herbs, the stuffed contents bursting from within as she opens it up. She carefully pulls out cleaning supplies to sterilize the wound, some cobwebs to pull the traumatized flesh back together, and some bandages for after.
Now that she has managed to catch her breath, the silver she-wolf takes a moment to examine the young child at her paws. They cannot be any older than four or five moons and, amazingly enough, seem to be holding on in spite of the horrific neck wound. "Good job putting pressure on that," she says to Moon, although she does not look at him. All her focus remains on the child. Hopefully, in the time it took her to arrive, the blood already started to slow and clot. "I want to reapply some cobwebs to close the wound and some clean bandages. And then we need to transport them to the clerics den as soon as possible so I can prepare a poultice to stave off infection." She says this is a low voice, leaning towards Moon so that only he can hear. It feels strange having all these people watch her. She is so scared of making a mistake, and the audience only makes her anxiety worse. But she has got to stay strong, if only to save the child. The only way she can gain field experience is if she experiences things in the field. Even if she lacks confidence in her abilities.
Imperia turns to Playerone and Gabriel. "Can you two find something sturdy and flat to carry them on?" she asks. With neck wounds, it is important that the victim lies flat with minimal movement. Any sort of jostling that might reopen the wound or increase the heart rate risks bleeding out of filling their lungs with blood.
/ sorry if this sucks
Now that she has managed to catch her breath, the silver she-wolf takes a moment to examine the young child at her paws. They cannot be any older than four or five moons and, amazingly enough, seem to be holding on in spite of the horrific neck wound. "Good job putting pressure on that," she says to Moon, although she does not look at him. All her focus remains on the child. Hopefully, in the time it took her to arrive, the blood already started to slow and clot. "I want to reapply some cobwebs to close the wound and some clean bandages. And then we need to transport them to the clerics den as soon as possible so I can prepare a poultice to stave off infection." She says this is a low voice, leaning towards Moon so that only he can hear. It feels strange having all these people watch her. She is so scared of making a mistake, and the audience only makes her anxiety worse. But she has got to stay strong, if only to save the child. The only way she can gain field experience is if she experiences things in the field. Even if she lacks confidence in her abilities.
Imperia turns to Playerone and Gabriel. "Can you two find something sturdy and flat to carry them on?" she asks. With neck wounds, it is important that the victim lies flat with minimal movement. Any sort of jostling that might reopen the wound or increase the heart rate risks bleeding out of filling their lungs with blood.
/ sorry if this sucks