Reaver stopped and examined what the half-breed lost when it vomited... both times. A quick visual examination lead Reaver to her only conclusion. His will to fight is all that can save him here. Unless that herb I got can really do something for him. Reaver saw what Eph didn't, they didn't look twice not assuming he was drunk, but already dead. Those who lived near Reaver already knew all too well how few of her patients were even wake, let alone alive by the time she took them here.
Another mess, good thing the weather never stayed clear in Ravok. ”Wait...Don't anssswer...” "Things die before they get here, not after. I hate working for nothing." Reaver looked to the mess on his floor once again as he closed the door. The other hit the table, hard. He started to lift his shirt, but stopped moving. Reaver looked to the mess on her floor once again as she closed the door. "Well, all that red is bad news for that lad, internal bleeding is hard to stop." She sighed, this might be a long night. She removed her mask and set it on her chest next to the gauntlet.
OOCA few things to say. 1) Graveyards bury their problems, probably looks more like a butcher shop in that regard. 2) "Bed" isn't written anywhere on/in my house description. The closest thing he has to that is a coffin. We'll say he has a sheet and pillow or something on it. 3) Reaver's medicine is a 15, broken ribs and a fever are the greatest challenge he has yet to face!
Reaver started with taking off the others clothing. Surely, even if he was awake, he wouldn't be strong enough to resist at this point. She put some effort into not shredding them apart like her usual group of materials. Once she had managed to remove the shirt, she looked with a scowl at her first complication. If only I could tell what was his sickness and what was his blood. Reaver could tell the internal bleeding was the worst issue, he could only hope he knew the cause. He looked over the body, then again. Something... familiar... He went to his shelf, and grabbed his book. He looked through the pages, finding what he sought. Heh, Rayage, never thought your experiment could come in handy for this. Reaver looked over the notes, and the comparison was surprising. His idea of what the transformation should have been lined up quite well with what the body before him had presented thus far... minus the scales.
Reaver had an idea to work from now, and the ribs would be the best place to start. With luck, they would be the cause of the bleeding. Reaver pulled his knife and thread. The lad should be glad he's asleep. He started with a unique move, pulling his left hand from his glove. He focused, and used his Djed to push his hand's astral form out from it's place. He felt carefully with his right hand, finding the broken ribs. He made a careful cut at the first, and grabbed the thread with his astral hand. He pushed it down, around the misplaced bone, and back up again. As thin as he could stretch his hand, it would still hurt. He grabbed the thread with his right hand, and pulled it back into place. He followed by reaching back in and moving the punctured/dislocated pieces back into places they could heal. He stitched the cut shut, and hoped it would be enough for that part. ...He had to repeat this three times for the injured ribs. Well, his liver took some damage, and a kidney may be no good. He'll live, provided he has the will. Reaver carefully went about returning his left hand to where it belonged. It... was actually quite painful and taxing. Stupid operation.
Reaver popped the lid off his alcohol, and used it to sterilize his wounds... one at a time. Once his body was cleaned and ready, he dressed each wound in gauze. The gauze around his waist and chest was done last, and with care. It had to restrict him from breathing too suddenly, and re-opening the wound. He would need to remind the lad to avoid laughing, fighting, gasping, and any other irregular activities until he had a chance to heal. Finally, he thought to prepare tea for his guest. The work took quite a while, three, maybe four hours. He left to go get some hot water.
Walking the dock, he made his way to his usual contact. The tall slender man had been helping Reaver in his minor requests for some time, as long as it didn't inconvenience him. "Yo, Reaver. You're up early. A female today? You should really remember your mask. Forgot your glove, too. Any luck today?" "Actually, yes. I was hoping you could boil some water for me, I'd like to prepare some tea should he awake. The mask can wait until I get back. Oh, I'll need to borrow the cup as well." Reaver handed him the medical herb he brought with him. "Good to hear you got some work, maybe you could ask them for favors once in a while... or money so you can buy your own things. You should really get a stove... When you head back, remember to wear that mask. It'll be ready when you get back, my strange friend." Reaver muttered to herself as she went back to her house to get her mask and glove. |