catch all >> october

[trollophoroi]

WHO >> Fandaniel & Frightening October Threads OooOOooOo
WHAT >> Various closed threads.
WHEN >> October
WHERE >> Various places.
Content Warnings >> Violence for sure, will add as things come up.

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[secondthoughts]

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.

[trollophoroi]

[ 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. ]

[legendofthelion]

[Yeah... whatever blow he took.

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

[secondthoughts]

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.

[trollophoroi]

[ 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. ]

[legendofthelion]

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?

[secondthoughts]

[ 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.