02-21-2020, 01:02 PM
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There was no time to process nor to even think. Reflection upon the significance of why he switched paths and desperately sprinted to a scream could occur later.
The little ghost practically burst from the surrounding reeds, his eyes stretched wide in momentary terror at his friend -- his friend -- bloodied and dying once more. Bile climbed up his throat; he swallowed it down before he could do so much as gag at the acidic tide in his mouth.
Instinct tensed his muscles like a spring, his old ally of adrenaline kicking into his veins. Medical knowledge, he had medical knowledge. Beck almost shoved Aurum aside, had it not been for his own small stature, to crouch by Sam. Exposed arteries and muscle and bone, shredded in a single bite. The boy grimaced. Tourniquet, she needed a tourniquet. He hastily unwound the bandaging from one arm, looping the strip of gauze tightly around the remaining stump, tight enough to cause a valley in the skin and either ends to bulge with pressure. Something needed to secure it -- he snatched a fallen branch, its limbs bare fortunately due to the wintry chill. His paws trembling, he tied the makeshift anchor into the final knot, praying to whatever God looking down that his memorization didn't fail him.
Adrenaline seeped, he glanced to his front and his paws, drenched in his friend's red, oh-so red blood. Was she still bleeding? Was it blood that already spurted out? Was it too late? No, God no, he couldn't lose another. A harsh wheeze escaped him, rising to a shriek, "F-find her leg and keep it cold! And get that thing out of here!" Binge-watching medical dramas proved to be beneficial yet again.
He gathered the remaining bandages from his still-wrapped arm and pressed it against the stump, putting all his weight upon it to force clotting. He didn't hear whatever she said or yelped, the breathless noises of pain telling him that she still lived, she still fought. God, he admired and thanked her stubborn fight for life, reminded of himself as he dangled limply from a tree branch. Beck held the gauze even as his arms tightened in exertion, as the world carried on around him like always.
All that mattered now was saving her life.
The little ghost practically burst from the surrounding reeds, his eyes stretched wide in momentary terror at his friend -- his friend -- bloodied and dying once more. Bile climbed up his throat; he swallowed it down before he could do so much as gag at the acidic tide in his mouth.
Instinct tensed his muscles like a spring, his old ally of adrenaline kicking into his veins. Medical knowledge, he had medical knowledge. Beck almost shoved Aurum aside, had it not been for his own small stature, to crouch by Sam. Exposed arteries and muscle and bone, shredded in a single bite. The boy grimaced. Tourniquet, she needed a tourniquet. He hastily unwound the bandaging from one arm, looping the strip of gauze tightly around the remaining stump, tight enough to cause a valley in the skin and either ends to bulge with pressure. Something needed to secure it -- he snatched a fallen branch, its limbs bare fortunately due to the wintry chill. His paws trembling, he tied the makeshift anchor into the final knot, praying to whatever God looking down that his memorization didn't fail him.
Adrenaline seeped, he glanced to his front and his paws, drenched in his friend's red, oh-so red blood. Was she still bleeding? Was it blood that already spurted out? Was it too late? No, God no, he couldn't lose another. A harsh wheeze escaped him, rising to a shriek, "F-find her leg and keep it cold! And get that thing out of here!" Binge-watching medical dramas proved to be beneficial yet again.
He gathered the remaining bandages from his still-wrapped arm and pressed it against the stump, putting all his weight upon it to force clotting. He didn't hear whatever she said or yelped, the breathless noises of pain telling him that she still lived, she still fought. God, he admired and thanked her stubborn fight for life, reminded of himself as he dangled limply from a tree branch. Beck held the gauze even as his arms tightened in exertion, as the world carried on around him like always.
All that mattered now was saving her life.