rainbow stickers | injury

[roan ;]

[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Hurt. Pain. A wail. That was all it took for Roan to come running, the boy having previously been on the beach, hunting for seashells to give to his mother. He had already done his herb hunting for the day, and with his medical bag slung loosely around his rapidly growing body, the apprentice had figured it would be a rather uneventful day. Unfortunately, this did not seem to be the case. He wasn't sure what alerted him to Lu's pain first, whether it be the startled and pained cry that had sprung forth from her, or the scent of blood and burned flesh that reached his nose. Either way, his small and growing pile of seashells was abandoned immediately after he took notice, dark paws pushing off of the golden sand until he eventually reached where both Eulia and Diya were. Already he was being spoken about, and he silently thanked his lucky stars that he had arrived before long. He wasn't sure how long Lu had been dealing with these injuries, but if the messy patching up was anything to go by, she hadn't exactly seen anybody yet. Gently brushing a wing against Diya's side, the boy mumbled softly, "I'm here, I'm here, don't worry..."

Moving over to Eulia, the boy gently leaned down to touch his nose to Eulia's head, mumbling softly, "Oh, Lu... what happened...?" He didn't wait for a response before he began sifting through his bag, paws groping out to grab at what he would need. Comfrey, aloe vera, bandages... pulling it all free from his stockpile, the draconic kit put it aside for now, not wanting to go straight into treating Lu without her permission. He knew her to be very sensitive, and he didn't want to go poking and prodding at her injuries without some kind of consent from her. Holding his paws out, pads up, to his younger sibling, the boy mumbled questioningly and carefully above the sound of her cries, "Lu... will you let me treat your injuries? I don't know how long you've had this, and if your shoulder gets infected, that could be really bad. I don't wanna start until you tell me to, though." If there was one part of medicine that Roan was particularly good at, it was the bedside manner. The thought of shoving his way into someone's space and treating their injuries without asking – unless in a scenario where they were unconscious – just seemed heinous to him, and invasive.

( could I have her full injuries? Is it just the burn on her shoulder? )
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