10-08-2018, 04:10 PM
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Cosette had a bit of medical knowledge under her belt. It wasn't anything to boast about, of course, just the basics that everyone should know. Or maybe a little bit more, considering slaves were expected to treat their injuries where she was from. She had never considered becoming a medic, though. That wasn't exactly something she had ever even thought of. Having her own free-will now was really all she had ever wanted.
She still found herself padding over, though, interested in what they would be doing. She was a bit hesitant to participate, considering it was just for people who wanted the rank, but her curiosity won her over. Besides, maybe she could learn a new thing or two. "I'll participate." she confirms somewhat quietly.
Listening to the question given, the serval quickly figured out the answer, considering she had drank some of it herself. Otherwise she might not have known what to do. "Um, first you would..give them yew--to throw it up. Then give them some tea, like, for the following nausea." she doesn't sound too confident as she explains it, though she's still somewhat certain she's right to at least some degree. Hopefully she wasn't making herself look stupid.
So with that over with, she turns towards the dummies, accessing what was wrong with each of them and which one would be easiest with her knowledge. Finally she decided on the second one, recalling that one point where she had seen another slave have to patch someone up after they broke a few bones during some heavy labor. It wasn't the same places, but broken bones were broken bones, right?
She takes a deep breath and gets to work, grabbing what she needed from the satchel before settling down beside dummy B. She starts by grabbing some broom, popping it into her mouth and chewing, then spitting it back out and rubbing it onto the dummy's leg. It was gross, but that was how she had seen it done. With that, she planted the splint, making sure it was even before wrapping cobwebs around it, keeping it against the dislocated leg. Then she looks towards the bandages with a vaguely concerned look on her face, unsure if she should use them or not.
They hadn't used it when she watched, and she sure didn't know how to use them on her own. Closing her eyes and taking another breath, she calmed the incoming panic, deciding to put them aside and focus on the broken ribs next. This one she wasn't too sure of, her brows knotting together as she tried to think. Comfrey and what else? Cosette returned to the satchel, peering in and rummaging through to try and jog her memory, quickly remembering when she caught sight of the stinging nettle. She couldn't remember it's name, but she definitely remembered what it had looked like.
She hurried back to her dummy patient, combining the herb with the comfrey and shoving it into the plush's open mouth. From what she knew, you couldn't splint broken ribs or similar bones. All she could do was sit back and hope she had gotten it right. But why did she even care? She wasn't planning on actually being chosen as Exorcist--though she supposed it would be nice.
Cosette had a bit of medical knowledge under her belt. It wasn't anything to boast about, of course, just the basics that everyone should know. Or maybe a little bit more, considering slaves were expected to treat their injuries where she was from. She had never considered becoming a medic, though. That wasn't exactly something she had ever even thought of. Having her own free-will now was really all she had ever wanted.
She still found herself padding over, though, interested in what they would be doing. She was a bit hesitant to participate, considering it was just for people who wanted the rank, but her curiosity won her over. Besides, maybe she could learn a new thing or two. "I'll participate." she confirms somewhat quietly.
Listening to the question given, the serval quickly figured out the answer, considering she had drank some of it herself. Otherwise she might not have known what to do. "Um, first you would..give them yew--to throw it up. Then give them some tea, like, for the following nausea." she doesn't sound too confident as she explains it, though she's still somewhat certain she's right to at least some degree. Hopefully she wasn't making herself look stupid.
So with that over with, she turns towards the dummies, accessing what was wrong with each of them and which one would be easiest with her knowledge. Finally she decided on the second one, recalling that one point where she had seen another slave have to patch someone up after they broke a few bones during some heavy labor. It wasn't the same places, but broken bones were broken bones, right?
She takes a deep breath and gets to work, grabbing what she needed from the satchel before settling down beside dummy B. She starts by grabbing some broom, popping it into her mouth and chewing, then spitting it back out and rubbing it onto the dummy's leg. It was gross, but that was how she had seen it done. With that, she planted the splint, making sure it was even before wrapping cobwebs around it, keeping it against the dislocated leg. Then she looks towards the bandages with a vaguely concerned look on her face, unsure if she should use them or not.
They hadn't used it when she watched, and she sure didn't know how to use them on her own. Closing her eyes and taking another breath, she calmed the incoming panic, deciding to put them aside and focus on the broken ribs next. This one she wasn't too sure of, her brows knotting together as she tried to think. Comfrey and what else? Cosette returned to the satchel, peering in and rummaging through to try and jog her memory, quickly remembering when she caught sight of the stinging nettle. She couldn't remember it's name, but she definitely remembered what it had looked like.
She hurried back to her dummy patient, combining the herb with the comfrey and shoving it into the plush's open mouth. From what she knew, you couldn't splint broken ribs or similar bones. All she could do was sit back and hope she had gotten it right. But why did she even care? She wasn't planning on actually being chosen as Exorcist--though she supposed it would be nice.