08-06-2018, 10:21 PM
ROSEMARY ROUX
Her breathing returns from a ragged pant - that she hardly noticed change at all - to a more rhythmic motion as her healers gather around to help her. Almost all of them, if not all of them, as Rosemary is too worried about Goldie to perform a headcount. "Thank you... keep the pressure on, I'm going to release in 3, 2, 1, now," Rosemary mumbles, her paws trembling as she carefully pulls them away from Goldie's body. She trusts Aita and Fischer to hold the bleeding back for now, as her mind turns from planning to executing a flurry of necessary steps to remedy the situation. Rushing for time, she scrambles with bloodstained paws through her bag, desperately searching for her tiny needle and surgical thread.
"Go ahead and apply the marigold and goldenrod whenever you're ready on the less severe parts of her wounds," Rosemary adds to Fischer and Beactrice, though she doesn't look up from her bag. Eventually, after a few painful moments, she retrieves the items and carefully holds them in her stained paws. She already knows how difficult this is going to be; her magic never was compatible with earthly elements, and this is one time where Rosemary would have traded every drop of her magic for a few moments at controlling steel. Her precision with ice is unparalleled, but a small sliver of ice isn't nearly strong enough to stand in for a medal needle. She turns, hopefully passing the needle to [member=232]LUCIFER GRIMM.[/member] with her paws slowly steadying. "Please sterilize this. Her wound is... deep, I can't risk infection," she murmurs, knowing that it is her fault she improperly stored the needle in her bag. A few useless seconds spent in the past preparing an airtight container might've saved her crucial moments now.
Her ears twitch as she hears Goldie's words, especially the part about not being able to feel her legs. The ocelot's four eyes widen slightly, the smaller pair drifting to look at the sprawled limbs as her worries turn from nagging suspicions to half-confirmed terror. But she forces the emotions off her conscious mind; regardless, if the wound isn't properly stitched up now, infection could set in. And Rosemary knows, while she can amputate limbs, she certainly can't amputate the spine. "It's alright, Goldie, try not to move too much anyway - you're probably just in shock," Rosemary tells her, though she's lying through her teeth. She hates lying almost more than anything else in the world, but she needs her niece to stay stable and relaxed right now. Her gaze drifts to Snare as she adds, "She's going to be fine, I just need... need a lot of little pieces to align just right."
Glancing at [member=495]Beatrice[/member] she suddenly remembers - she can't give Goldie poppy seeds right now, she's too terrified the girl lost too much blood. "Beatrice, go off and find raspberry leaves, feed it to her as soon as you get back," she speaks, the herb too uncommonly used for her to keep it around in her bag. Though, she's mentally punching herself in the face right now, as she keeps poppy tea and peppermint around for her anxiety, but doesn't keep raspberry leaves in her bag? How incompetent. Her own personal remedies are using valuable space. But she tries to push those anxious thoughts away with her fear as she turns to Coldblue and Vandal, telling them, "Please keep talking to her - she needs to stay awake, alright?" She would have one of the sages do that job if the two weren't here, but thankfully they are, and she'll take their help. Glancing at Deldrach, she calmly asks the jaglion, "I need you on water bottle duty - give Goldie or any of the medics a drink or extra paws if they need it." Rosemary is quick to snatch up anyone that offers to help, clearly.
As she grabs hold of the wet blanket she asked for, cleaning the blood and dirt off her paws, she realizes suddenly that her body isn't trembling anymore. The cold, calm collectiveness that comes before necessary action takes hold of her. There's no longer any time to worry about what she should or could have done. There is only what she can do now.
"Go ahead and apply the marigold and goldenrod whenever you're ready on the less severe parts of her wounds," Rosemary adds to Fischer and Beactrice, though she doesn't look up from her bag. Eventually, after a few painful moments, she retrieves the items and carefully holds them in her stained paws. She already knows how difficult this is going to be; her magic never was compatible with earthly elements, and this is one time where Rosemary would have traded every drop of her magic for a few moments at controlling steel. Her precision with ice is unparalleled, but a small sliver of ice isn't nearly strong enough to stand in for a medal needle. She turns, hopefully passing the needle to [member=232]LUCIFER GRIMM.[/member] with her paws slowly steadying. "Please sterilize this. Her wound is... deep, I can't risk infection," she murmurs, knowing that it is her fault she improperly stored the needle in her bag. A few useless seconds spent in the past preparing an airtight container might've saved her crucial moments now.
Her ears twitch as she hears Goldie's words, especially the part about not being able to feel her legs. The ocelot's four eyes widen slightly, the smaller pair drifting to look at the sprawled limbs as her worries turn from nagging suspicions to half-confirmed terror. But she forces the emotions off her conscious mind; regardless, if the wound isn't properly stitched up now, infection could set in. And Rosemary knows, while she can amputate limbs, she certainly can't amputate the spine. "It's alright, Goldie, try not to move too much anyway - you're probably just in shock," Rosemary tells her, though she's lying through her teeth. She hates lying almost more than anything else in the world, but she needs her niece to stay stable and relaxed right now. Her gaze drifts to Snare as she adds, "She's going to be fine, I just need... need a lot of little pieces to align just right."
Glancing at [member=495]Beatrice[/member] she suddenly remembers - she can't give Goldie poppy seeds right now, she's too terrified the girl lost too much blood. "Beatrice, go off and find raspberry leaves, feed it to her as soon as you get back," she speaks, the herb too uncommonly used for her to keep it around in her bag. Though, she's mentally punching herself in the face right now, as she keeps poppy tea and peppermint around for her anxiety, but doesn't keep raspberry leaves in her bag? How incompetent. Her own personal remedies are using valuable space. But she tries to push those anxious thoughts away with her fear as she turns to Coldblue and Vandal, telling them, "Please keep talking to her - she needs to stay awake, alright?" She would have one of the sages do that job if the two weren't here, but thankfully they are, and she'll take their help. Glancing at Deldrach, she calmly asks the jaglion, "I need you on water bottle duty - give Goldie or any of the medics a drink or extra paws if they need it." Rosemary is quick to snatch up anyone that offers to help, clearly.
As she grabs hold of the wet blanket she asked for, cleaning the blood and dirt off her paws, she realizes suddenly that her body isn't trembling anymore. The cold, calm collectiveness that comes before necessary action takes hold of her. There's no longer any time to worry about what she should or could have done. There is only what she can do now.
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I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?