WAS I EVER GOLDEN - open; injured

[ROSEMARY]

[align=center]SHE LOST HER VOICE DOWN BY THE RIVER, SCREAMING FOR COURAGE

[ aye i’m gonna assume that the wound isn’t close to any of the major veins/arteries but is deep enough to require stitches  – lemme know if this assumption is false lol ]

Rosemary, ever used to people refusing to come to her for medical aid, spent too much of her time dealing with festered wounds. When her clairvoyance hinted at someone needing medical attention, she usually took it to heart; otherwise, she knew the rogue might only come to her when their afflicted limb stank of gangrene and necrotized. She sensed some issue now, and came with her leather satchel filled with her tins of herbs and other assorted medical necessities.

Drawn to Vagabond’s call to the precise area, the ocelot’s ears twitched as she took in the sight of orange blood oozing from the painted dog’s neck wound. Well, good thing she arrived soon, hm? Glancing at Vagabond, she numbly stated, “That doctor would be me.” The guy seemed off his rocker, from what she saw of him; she didn’t want to chance him getting pissed off when she approached his buddy to heal his ass.

Walking towards Rimmy, recognizing him as that winged idiot from his joining, the wildcat tilted her head as she sat down and started rummaging around in her satchel. “I’m going to temporarily stop the bleeding, then I’m going to stitch you up. But I need you to trust me and remove the cloth, alright?” she explained, as usual explaining her plan before executing. She found patients tended to cooperate more when she minimized the surprises. Still, either way, she raised her paw to his face and attempted to force the oozing blood to clot with her water elemental abilities. She knew that was only a temporary fix, but she’d prefer to keep blood from dripping all over her while she stitched him up.

It always made it painfully hard to concentrate when sticky blood seeped into her skin.