12-30-2019, 04:52 AM
This would prove to be the first time Abathur ever had to experience an actually mortal emergency.
There was that incident with Adelaide, sure, but that was not so serious - he had a lovely conversation with her, gave some alligator-related advice, and bandaged her up. It was nice and simple and nobody was really freaked out, especially not him, even by her rather strange demeanor.
But today, this situation, it was much different, he belatedly thought to himself, staring down at the unmoving body of Aurum, who had so politely deposited his injured self in the spider's way. Christ, he was just on a walk to make sure he remembered how to move when winter passed, and here he was, glaring down with eight viridian eyes at an injured friend of his.
If friend was the right word.
He certainly trusted Aurum, yes, but... well, he had a hard time imagining that trust was a two-way street. He hadn't exactly proven himself in any way. Sure, Aurum had defended him in the library, and was just an all around good person (or so his research said), but that was just that - he was a good person, acting how he thought he should. No close ties to the spider or anything. Perhaps that could change now - perhaps him stumbling upon the lion in a vulnerable state was his chance to learn more, his in, as it were.
"Greetings," the spider said, crouching down to get a good look at what little of the injury he could see. The lion was definitely injured, yes - he could feel the heart beating erratically through the cold dirt under their feet, could see his tired and pained expression, knew the difference between someone falling over from exhaustion and from stumbling and falling because they lacked the strength to help themselves up, because they were losing a lot of blood very quickly and couldn't stop it. "Will now administer emergency care - apologies, but can subject move? Require greater access to wound." He wouldn't wait, however, already moving his two foremost limbs to push and prod at the lion, not putting too much force into it until he was sure the effort wouldn't be wasted.
Distantly, in the back of his mind, he was aware of the fact that he would have to get help, assuming none stumbled upon them, because he had no supplies other than his silk, and Aurum desperately needed quite a bit more than just a simple patch-up - hell, if he had something to combat infection he'd be wanting to sew the lion up. But he didn't, so he was forced to wait and ponder the best course of action. His over-reactive hairs picked up far more vital information than needed to be picked up from the ends of his limbs being placed gently on Aurum's side as he stewed in his thoughts. For now, this was the closest to a truly social sense of concern he was going to get - concern over his patient, stemming from a sense of duty, instead of from a close inter-personal bond.
And it wasn't that long ago he could remember thinking that he didn't want to go into the medical profession. Christ, some deity or something was out to disprove him, wasn't it - no other explanation for the double occurrence of injuries he happened to be the first nearby for.
There was that incident with Adelaide, sure, but that was not so serious - he had a lovely conversation with her, gave some alligator-related advice, and bandaged her up. It was nice and simple and nobody was really freaked out, especially not him, even by her rather strange demeanor.
But today, this situation, it was much different, he belatedly thought to himself, staring down at the unmoving body of Aurum, who had so politely deposited his injured self in the spider's way. Christ, he was just on a walk to make sure he remembered how to move when winter passed, and here he was, glaring down with eight viridian eyes at an injured friend of his.
If friend was the right word.
He certainly trusted Aurum, yes, but... well, he had a hard time imagining that trust was a two-way street. He hadn't exactly proven himself in any way. Sure, Aurum had defended him in the library, and was just an all around good person (or so his research said), but that was just that - he was a good person, acting how he thought he should. No close ties to the spider or anything. Perhaps that could change now - perhaps him stumbling upon the lion in a vulnerable state was his chance to learn more, his in, as it were.
"Greetings," the spider said, crouching down to get a good look at what little of the injury he could see. The lion was definitely injured, yes - he could feel the heart beating erratically through the cold dirt under their feet, could see his tired and pained expression, knew the difference between someone falling over from exhaustion and from stumbling and falling because they lacked the strength to help themselves up, because they were losing a lot of blood very quickly and couldn't stop it. "Will now administer emergency care - apologies, but can subject move? Require greater access to wound." He wouldn't wait, however, already moving his two foremost limbs to push and prod at the lion, not putting too much force into it until he was sure the effort wouldn't be wasted.
Distantly, in the back of his mind, he was aware of the fact that he would have to get help, assuming none stumbled upon them, because he had no supplies other than his silk, and Aurum desperately needed quite a bit more than just a simple patch-up - hell, if he had something to combat infection he'd be wanting to sew the lion up. But he didn't, so he was forced to wait and ponder the best course of action. His over-reactive hairs picked up far more vital information than needed to be picked up from the ends of his limbs being placed gently on Aurum's side as he stewed in his thoughts. For now, this was the closest to a truly social sense of concern he was going to get - concern over his patient, stemming from a sense of duty, instead of from a close inter-personal bond.
And it wasn't that long ago he could remember thinking that he didn't want to go into the medical profession. Christ, some deity or something was out to disprove him, wasn't it - no other explanation for the double occurrence of injuries he happened to be the first nearby for.
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