08-12-2019, 09:59 AM
[font=trebuchet ms]/tw for italicized paragraph 5: brief references to death by blunt force trauma, impalement, decapitation, disembowelment, and punctured organs
Rin's injuries were steadily healing. Idyllfields had been very helpful in that regard, tending to her, sending food and water, and having the hole in the roof of her treehouse fixed. Goldenluxury had also been helpful, both in letting her stay, and in distracting her from her memories long enough to stave off her chronic sleeplessness. Tea and mindless chatter had its uses.
The loud clang of the bell drew her outside, into the humid summer air. She'd heard the ringing of the bell was supposed to signal a joiner on the railway tracks, but soon afterwards she could hear the loud, repeated shrieks of a raven heading towards the treehouses. That couldn't be good. Lifting her eyes to the sky, she watched the bird approach one of the houses, stopping only briefly to squawk at a crew member that she hadn't met. With a grunt, she levitated herself over to the house in question, still not confident in her ability to traverse the branches normally.
As the bird grabbed the medical bag inside and flew out, her eyes widened. Someone was injured. She needed to get out there, now. As the raven flew back towards the railways, she followed it, levitating herself down onto the sand and then continuing her pursuit on foot.
Stumbling out of the underbrush shortly after the other crew member, she quickly scanned the area, until her eyes fell on Goldenluxury.
The image in front of her blurred. Blood spilling from a blunt impact. A branch through the trachea. Severed head on a pike. Stomach spilling open. A body, a baby, both crushed beneath boulders. Broken ribs, punctured lungs. Speared right through the abdomen. A betrayed widower bleeding out on the stones. The apology of the dying. Claws pointed directly at her.
Through the assault on her senses, Rin could just barely make out the rise and fall of Goldenluxury's side.
"Not dead," she mouthed to herself, rushing over to Goldenluxury. Shaking off her scarf, she said more loudly to the vixen, "That's your bag, right? I'll keep pressure on and dry the wound as much as I can, if you get the bandages ready." She just had to think back to Roy, the time he had almost died but pulled through. Staunch the bleeding with pressure, dry the wound so the bandages and disinfectants stick, and monitor for signs of shock. Simple instructions to repeat to herself now.
Placing the scarf on the neck wound and pressing down, Rin gritted her teeth. Of course, no matter how good a job she'd done at not getting close to any of these people, and not accepting anything beyond what was professionally acceptable, someone had gotten hurt anyway. Every time it was the same song and dance. Would it end once the last of the old gods was dead, or would it continue as long as she lived?
Rin's injuries were steadily healing. Idyllfields had been very helpful in that regard, tending to her, sending food and water, and having the hole in the roof of her treehouse fixed. Goldenluxury had also been helpful, both in letting her stay, and in distracting her from her memories long enough to stave off her chronic sleeplessness. Tea and mindless chatter had its uses.
The loud clang of the bell drew her outside, into the humid summer air. She'd heard the ringing of the bell was supposed to signal a joiner on the railway tracks, but soon afterwards she could hear the loud, repeated shrieks of a raven heading towards the treehouses. That couldn't be good. Lifting her eyes to the sky, she watched the bird approach one of the houses, stopping only briefly to squawk at a crew member that she hadn't met. With a grunt, she levitated herself over to the house in question, still not confident in her ability to traverse the branches normally.
As the bird grabbed the medical bag inside and flew out, her eyes widened. Someone was injured. She needed to get out there, now. As the raven flew back towards the railways, she followed it, levitating herself down onto the sand and then continuing her pursuit on foot.
Stumbling out of the underbrush shortly after the other crew member, she quickly scanned the area, until her eyes fell on Goldenluxury.
The image in front of her blurred. Blood spilling from a blunt impact. A branch through the trachea. Severed head on a pike. Stomach spilling open. A body, a baby, both crushed beneath boulders. Broken ribs, punctured lungs. Speared right through the abdomen. A betrayed widower bleeding out on the stones. The apology of the dying. Claws pointed directly at her.
Through the assault on her senses, Rin could just barely make out the rise and fall of Goldenluxury's side.
"Not dead," she mouthed to herself, rushing over to Goldenluxury. Shaking off her scarf, she said more loudly to the vixen, "That's your bag, right? I'll keep pressure on and dry the wound as much as I can, if you get the bandages ready." She just had to think back to Roy, the time he had almost died but pulled through. Staunch the bleeding with pressure, dry the wound so the bandages and disinfectants stick, and monitor for signs of shock. Simple instructions to repeat to herself now.
Placing the scarf on the neck wound and pressing down, Rin gritted her teeth. Of course, no matter how good a job she'd done at not getting close to any of these people, and not accepting anything beyond what was professionally acceptable, someone had gotten hurt anyway. Every time it was the same song and dance. Would it end once the last of the old gods was dead, or would it continue as long as she lived?
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