altimit | catch all >> october

[Yeah who the hell else do they have, honestly.

She doesn't quite look up at Hector once the healing actually starts. Fandaniel tries to slip it under. She doesn't know why, it doesn't feel right to let her off the hook for this. But--] ... Something like that. Right now Fandaniel needs a lot of help. It's--probably broken bones and internal bleeding.

[First thing's first is making sure Fandaniel is stabilized. This isn't the time for any arguing or guilt.]

Worse, if we're unlucky. [ A punctured organ isn't...something he's confident in treating right now, but he'll have to make do. His eyes flit up to Fandaniel, a tinge of worry in them.

But Hector quickly gets to pressing the flat of his fingers against various parts of Fandaniel's torso, gauging Fandaniel's reactions. That'll tell him where things are broken, if they are. ]

But tell me what happened. How did you get hurt?

[ This is a question for Dehya, too, if Fandaniel decides he doesn't want to reply. ]

Oh, you know.

[ Fandaniel is quiet. It's difficult to breathe and speak at the same time, so the words come slowly between heavy breaths and there'll be a long pause before he can even try to answer again as Hector presses against his side. This is because all Hector has to do is press to get the man to stiffen and go pale from pain.

It hurts, it hurts, and he grabs at Hector's hand clumsily, trying to stop him. ]

...don't.

[ Ah, looks like he won't be answering the question after all. He can hardly think of something humorous to offer in response right now. ]

[Dehya cringes. For a moment she backs up as Hector handles Fandaniel. She turns to gather the other potions up again and bring them back. She doesn't grab her sword.]

You're trying to figure out what's wrong, right? [Fandaniel doesn't want to explain, and she doesn't know why, but at least--] He was hit with--it was blunt force. How much more can you heal him?

[ Blunt force to the side, it seems like. Broken ribs, judging by the way Fandaniel reacted to him just touching him. Hector pulls his hand away when Fandaniel grabs it, and he glances over his shoulder at Dehya. ]

I can keep him up and alive, if that's what you're asking. But I need to see the extent of the damage. Help me.

[ He waves Dehya over before turning to Fandaniel again. His hands grip the hems of his robes and gently tug at them. ]

I need to see how bad things are, so I'm taking off your robes. Can you take a deep breath for me?

[ If it had been Nanashi and not Hector, he may have laughed messily over how he had been trying to cause trouble, but...

Not that it matters. He isn't going to waste more effort and breath on words when he needs to keep air in his lungs instead. He's asked to take a deep breath and he knows that's going to hurt, but after giving the both of them a faintly nervous, pained look, he'll comply.

He takes in a deep breath, though he lets out a shaky whimper at the end of it. Ah, the hurts, too, that hurts. As for the robes, well, he isn't going to argue, but they're sure going to find a, uh, human-sized bitemark slowly healing where his neck meets his shoulder once all the layers of gear are off. Don't worry about it, it's fine, totally unrelated. ]

[Absolutely nobody is concerned about your hickey here, Fandaniel.]

Okay, tell me what you need me to do. [And she'll do anything she needs to, help with the robe or help him down or--it's the least she can do. It's all she can do.]

[ Not even Hector cares about the hickey.

Hector's gaze remains fixed on Fandaniel as he breathes in, taking in every reaction. That he can even breathe that deeply, even if it is a bit shaky, is a huge relief. Dehya may not see it, not from this angle, but Fandaniel will—the tension in his eyes ease. He might not say it outright, but this isn't as bad as he thinks. ]

Keep him upright. Try to hold him up by his shoulders, so you don't aggravate any potential internal damage.

[ He begins removing Fandaniel's robes, movements professional and decidedly un-sexy. ]

Luckily, it's probably not as bad as I originally thought. Keep breathing. You'll probably be fine.

[ wow everyone just ignoring the ~~hickey~~ vicious animal bite, amazing-- i mean ]

Prob... ably?

[ Fandaniel merely complies with whatever they do at this point. Anything else is too much effort. ]

[Dehya nods and carefully braces Fandaniel up by his shoulders.]

Probably.

[ He says again firmly, casting aside more of Fandaniel's robes. ]

It's not like I have X-rays or anything to really check, do I? And I'm not cutting you open, either. We'll have to make do with what we have.

[ With his torso bare, he adjusts his grip on the smaller man again to lay him flat on the ground, gesturing to Dehya to help him do so, gently.

His eyes scan, his fingers press. It's rudimentary, but clearly practiced, and he clearly knows what he's doing. ]

Definitely some broken ribs. Whatever blow you took was nasty. [ He studies Fandaniel's face. ] I don't think you have a punctured lung, but if you start coughing up blood again, you tell me immediately, okay? That can be fatal and we don't want you to die.

[ Was the street always this cold or is it just him...? No matter. At least laid out on the ground like this, he doesn't have to put the stress of holding himself up on anything, and that alone is some minor relief. ]

Fair... enough.

[ To not having an X-ray. What a wild spell that would be for Harvest Clerics to have, eh? ]

Blood m've been from biting... my tongue?

[ Because he sure did that when Dehya slapped him hard into that wall. ]

[Yeah... whatever blow he took.

But Dehya helps lay Fandaniel down, and then awkwardly hovers out of Hector's way.]

Could be.

[ His eyes dart to his mouth, to his torso, then back to him. ]

Either way, go home and rest. Keep it iced until the swelling goes down. No strenuous activity for the time being.

[ He starts gathering Fandaniel's clothes again before he turns to Dehya. ]

Thanks for calling me over.

[ Go home and rest. No shit, Hector, wow, such medical advice. ]

Oh, come on... at least... carry me to the @ home entrance. I can lean on Cultist... Grunty from there.

[ To drag his poor ass to his room and lay down. ]

I can handle it. [Carrying Fandaniel, though she pauses as she considers how too without putting too much pressure on his wounds. She already asked Hector for enough, though.] I guess, with your not injured side to me?

[ He nods, short and decisive. He steps back to allow Dehya room to do her job, but he keeps his attention on the two. ]

Help him walk, if you can. [ Hector isn't thinking about the wounds themselves, but the organs that might get punctured if his middle is bent the wrong way. ] Better not put any pressure at all on his torso.

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