05-09-2020, 03:09 PM
A pulse of pain traveled from leg to brain, followed closely by a sharp intake of breath—Alaric peers down at his leg, seeing that it has been lacerated by a stray shard of glass in the junkyard. Damn. And only a single misstep, too. The tabby took a few steps away from the jagged piece of glass, now stained with his blood, that had been precariously sticking out from the base of one of the many piles of scrap.
He brings his leg to his face to get a closer look at it. The wound isn't too deep, and it'd undoubtedly heal just fine. But
given the wound's location, it'd be somewhat difficult to patch it up by himself, and he was worried that it'd get infected. Perhaps a trip to a certified healer would be in order, then. He couldn't go to Isaac out of a fear that he'd be stricken with some sort of pestilence by his teacher, and so that left him one recourse: Selby.
Alaric could recall having few interactions with the Sawbone, and none of them had been particularly remarkable. In fact, he'd probably talked to Ivan more than he had ever spoken to the tyke's father, which in retrospect was probably weird. Despite all this, he doubted that Selby would be unwilling to disinfect and bandage his wound.
Ignoring the pain and the blood running down his leg, the tabby set out for Selby's home, which he had coincidentally taken a stroll past more than one time since coming to Tanglewood. As such, it wasn't particularly difficult to locate the Sawbone's home, and once he found himself on the porch he would issue a swift knock. "Selby? Do you mind helping me out with something?" Now he could only hope that the resident healer was actually home.
He brings his leg to his face to get a closer look at it. The wound isn't too deep, and it'd undoubtedly heal just fine. But
given the wound's location, it'd be somewhat difficult to patch it up by himself, and he was worried that it'd get infected. Perhaps a trip to a certified healer would be in order, then. He couldn't go to Isaac out of a fear that he'd be stricken with some sort of pestilence by his teacher, and so that left him one recourse: Selby.
Alaric could recall having few interactions with the Sawbone, and none of them had been particularly remarkable. In fact, he'd probably talked to Ivan more than he had ever spoken to the tyke's father, which in retrospect was probably weird. Despite all this, he doubted that Selby would be unwilling to disinfect and bandage his wound.
Ignoring the pain and the blood running down his leg, the tabby set out for Selby's home, which he had coincidentally taken a stroll past more than one time since coming to Tanglewood. As such, it wasn't particularly difficult to locate the Sawbone's home, and once he found himself on the porch he would issue a swift knock. "Selby? Do you mind helping me out with something?" Now he could only hope that the resident healer was actually home.
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