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Arien · 05-19-2003, 02:10 AM

“He did what?!” said Rangar, his voice was harsh and rasping.

Carmalita stood up from her place by the fire and picked up her bag and walked of to him, “He went to fight the man who attacked you”, she said softly. Carmalita knelt down beside Rangar and moved his hand from where it was placed over his wound. She gently rolled him over onto his back, he tried to resist but she pulled him over.

“Don’t try and be brave, you wont be, you’ll be foolish.” he rolled over with ease but did not say anything. He turned his head from her gaze as if he was humiliated and closed his eyes. She rolled back his top to reveal the most serious wound that that man had inflicted upon him. It was a deep rip across the left side of his chest. He was lucky, any deeper and it may have reached his heart. And Carmalita was sure that she could not heal this unless she possessed some kind of magical healing powers. Which she did not.

The bandage which she put over earlier was now saturated with Rangar’s blood. She unwrapped it and placed the sodden bandage to the side of her. She looked into the wound, she could see his ribs. “This is bad, but I should be able to stop the bleeding.” She turned his head towards her, “you will just have to put up with the pain.”

He nodded. She placed her fingers into the wound, and then withdrew them again. The blood was starting to thicken and clot already. It should be alright by morning. She washed the wound with some warm herbal water which she had on the fire, and then placed some alcohol into the wound. It stung because she saw Rangar wince slightly. But she knew he would not complain. She finally wrapped a new stronger and more absorbent bandage around his chest. She tended to a few of his other, less major cuts and the sat back as if to take a look at her good work.

“There,” she said. She rose from her place and walked back to the log where she and Bregand were sitting before. She handed him a cup and told him that it would ease his spinning head. Then she lay on the floor, her head facing the stars and looked up in awe.

05-19-2003, 02:10 AM	#120
Arien Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: London/Leeds UK Posts: 417	“He did what?!” said Rangar, his voice was harsh and rasping. Carmalita stood up from her place by the fire and picked up her bag and walked of to him, “He went to fight the man who attacked you”, she said softly. Carmalita knelt down beside Rangar and moved his hand from where it was placed over his wound. She gently rolled him over onto his back, he tried to resist but she pulled him over. “Don’t try and be brave, you wont be, you’ll be foolish.” he rolled over with ease but did not say anything. He turned his head from her gaze as if he was humiliated and closed his eyes. She rolled back his top to reveal the most serious wound that that man had inflicted upon him. It was a deep rip across the left side of his chest. He was lucky, any deeper and it may have reached his heart. And Carmalita was sure that she could not heal this unless she possessed some kind of magical healing powers. Which she did not. The bandage which she put over earlier was now saturated with Rangar’s blood. She unwrapped it and placed the sodden bandage to the side of her. She looked into the wound, she could see his ribs. “This is bad, but I should be able to stop the bleeding.” She turned his head towards her, “you will just have to put up with the pain.” He nodded. She placed her fingers into the wound, and then withdrew them again. The blood was starting to thicken and clot already. It should be alright by morning. She washed the wound with some warm herbal water which she had on the fire, and then placed some alcohol into the wound. It stung because she saw Rangar wince slightly. But she knew he would not complain. She finally wrapped a new stronger and more absorbent bandage around his chest. She tended to a few of his other, less major cuts and the sat back as if to take a look at her good work. “There,” she said. She rose from her place and walked back to the log where she and Bregand were sitting before. She handed him a cup and told him that it would ease his spinning head. Then she lay on the floor, her head facing the stars and looked up in awe. __________________ "...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."