11-07-2018, 01:48 AM
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One of the most important aspects of medicine -from what Pip could discern- was preparedness. Lacking sufficient supplies could be more detrimental than the wounds themselves were originally, and with his thoughts so heavy lately, he needed to be productive. He couldn't allow his progress in the field to be hindered by his own personal issues, and so he considered broader, more general problems. After a short while, he decided it could be beneficial to address that the three of them could not always arrive immediately to the wounded, and that it was just prudent for everyone to have their own small set of supplies for emergencies. Peppino didn't know how many of them had first aid kits of their own, which had the young canine preparing a multitude of portable kits for everyone to use. He couldn't force anyone to carry them, of course, but he hoped they would understand how essential it could be for their health- seconds could affect quite a bit when someone's life was at stake, and if Junji or his two apprentices didn't arrive soon enough, it could end horribly. There was enough senseless death already.
The items were simple enough he believed the public could use them, and versatile. It wouldn't do if they could only be used on very minor scrapes. He included several rolled cloth bandages of varying thickness, a small tin of witch hazel poultice -labelled as such, with a small note of "for burns and cuts"- another tin of comfrey poultice -labelled with "cuts"- barberry ointment -"skin infections"- and a poultice of moullein leaves, with a note attached that read "antimicrobial." All of it was tucked neatly into easily wearable pouches.
It was all done by Pip himself, though, so he'd only managed to put together ten thus far. It was monotonous, tiresome work, but he wouldn't quit when it was important. It didn't matter that the process was arduous, or that the skin of his healing burns didn't appreciate the hunched over position he adopted to piece everything together.
The canine nudged aside another pouch, exhaling, eyes drooping slightly.
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The items were simple enough he believed the public could use them, and versatile. It wouldn't do if they could only be used on very minor scrapes. He included several rolled cloth bandages of varying thickness, a small tin of witch hazel poultice -labelled as such, with a small note of "for burns and cuts"- another tin of comfrey poultice -labelled with "cuts"- barberry ointment -"skin infections"- and a poultice of moullein leaves, with a note attached that read "antimicrobial." All of it was tucked neatly into easily wearable pouches.
It was all done by Pip himself, though, so he'd only managed to put together ten thus far. It was monotonous, tiresome work, but he wouldn't quit when it was important. It didn't matter that the process was arduous, or that the skin of his healing burns didn't appreciate the hunched over position he adopted to piece everything together.
The canine nudged aside another pouch, exhaling, eyes drooping slightly.
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