Post by Fuu? on Apr 2, 2006 22:25:07 GMT -5
(ooc:yeah this is a cont. of Stress Management)
Oh, the after math of a battle. What joy it brought Fuu. To see her friends bloody, passed out, and large gaping wounds coming from their backs, shoulders and legs. And what a delight it would be to treat them. No that she didn’t enjoy having patients; just, she found it was rather foolish to fight. There were other ways of getting out aggression like stress balls, reading, and origami and raising dragons. Fuu didn’t pin the harsh results of the scuffle either on Sylph or Muryllis. It was equal. She understood that dueling was a proud honorable way to go about things. That did change how she felt. She was concerned for the both of them but angry that they went this far.
Fuu entered the hospital with Muryllis floating beside her and Sylph walking near her as well. The wing was quiet and no one else was inside. One of the other nurses should have been on duty but Fuu saw no one in site. She could handle this. Marching over to the nearest bed, Fuu gently set Muryllis down. He was unconscious and bleeding heavily but in Fuu eyes he still didn’t look weak. She placed his hands to his sides and waked over to fluff his pillow. He was in pain, she knew that, but she wanted to at least make him more comfortable until she could grab some potions. Fuu turned to talk to Sylph.
“Have a seat here and try and get comfortable.” Fuu said offering the bed on the opposite side of her. “Let me get a better look at you back.” She said. Fuu stepped behind Sylph and stared at the deep lashes that tore her skin. “Muryllis did this.” She said calmly touching the edge of the wound with her cold fingers. “I guess he ruined a perfectly good set of robes.” She said trying to get a little giggle out of Sylph. “I have the perfect thing for this.”
Fuu walked over to a far cabinet and opened the door she took a second and fumbled through some various vials and jars of different pastes and potions. She walked back over to Sylph hold a jar of yellow paste-like substance on her hands. She sat on the bed next Sylph and handed her the jar. With a smile she said, “I will help you in just a moment, this gelatin will soothe the pain from your wounds and will heal them….eh….quick enough.” She glanced over to Muryllis to see how he was doing, she had to at least stop the bleeding. She stood up and spoke again, “If you need help getting it on your back, I will help you. I just need a minute. ”
She once again walked over to the cabinet and juggled some jars before returning. She knelt down beside Mury’s bed. She pulled out her wand and with a flick she pulled a tray next her. With some ‘clinks’ and ‘clanks’ she placed the jars on the tray. ”Humm, it would be best if I cleaned the wounds first.”,she thought. Then she reached over to his shoulders and looked at the holes in his robes from the talons. “Well, they are already ruined,” she said then grabbed some scissors and made the wholes bigger, “you won’t know you’re unconscious.”. She popped open one jar and poured the blue liquid on his shoulders, it made an odd bubbling sound but there was no pain from it. She repeated this process on his legs. Fuu turned around to look at Sylph.
“Now, I can just need to let that sit for a moment.” Fuu felt like a text book, but not in a bad way. She rose and went on, ‘Do you need help with?” she pointed to the jar she had given Sylph. Fuu had that nice nurse vibe down pat.
Oh, the after math of a battle. What joy it brought Fuu. To see her friends bloody, passed out, and large gaping wounds coming from their backs, shoulders and legs. And what a delight it would be to treat them. No that she didn’t enjoy having patients; just, she found it was rather foolish to fight. There were other ways of getting out aggression like stress balls, reading, and origami and raising dragons. Fuu didn’t pin the harsh results of the scuffle either on Sylph or Muryllis. It was equal. She understood that dueling was a proud honorable way to go about things. That did change how she felt. She was concerned for the both of them but angry that they went this far.
Fuu entered the hospital with Muryllis floating beside her and Sylph walking near her as well. The wing was quiet and no one else was inside. One of the other nurses should have been on duty but Fuu saw no one in site. She could handle this. Marching over to the nearest bed, Fuu gently set Muryllis down. He was unconscious and bleeding heavily but in Fuu eyes he still didn’t look weak. She placed his hands to his sides and waked over to fluff his pillow. He was in pain, she knew that, but she wanted to at least make him more comfortable until she could grab some potions. Fuu turned to talk to Sylph.
“Have a seat here and try and get comfortable.” Fuu said offering the bed on the opposite side of her. “Let me get a better look at you back.” She said. Fuu stepped behind Sylph and stared at the deep lashes that tore her skin. “Muryllis did this.” She said calmly touching the edge of the wound with her cold fingers. “I guess he ruined a perfectly good set of robes.” She said trying to get a little giggle out of Sylph. “I have the perfect thing for this.”
Fuu walked over to a far cabinet and opened the door she took a second and fumbled through some various vials and jars of different pastes and potions. She walked back over to Sylph hold a jar of yellow paste-like substance on her hands. She sat on the bed next Sylph and handed her the jar. With a smile she said, “I will help you in just a moment, this gelatin will soothe the pain from your wounds and will heal them….eh….quick enough.” She glanced over to Muryllis to see how he was doing, she had to at least stop the bleeding. She stood up and spoke again, “If you need help getting it on your back, I will help you. I just need a minute. ”
She once again walked over to the cabinet and juggled some jars before returning. She knelt down beside Mury’s bed. She pulled out her wand and with a flick she pulled a tray next her. With some ‘clinks’ and ‘clanks’ she placed the jars on the tray. ”Humm, it would be best if I cleaned the wounds first.”,she thought. Then she reached over to his shoulders and looked at the holes in his robes from the talons. “Well, they are already ruined,” she said then grabbed some scissors and made the wholes bigger, “you won’t know you’re unconscious.”. She popped open one jar and poured the blue liquid on his shoulders, it made an odd bubbling sound but there was no pain from it. She repeated this process on his legs. Fuu turned around to look at Sylph.
“Now, I can just need to let that sit for a moment.” Fuu felt like a text book, but not in a bad way. She rose and went on, ‘Do you need help with?” she pointed to the jar she had given Sylph. Fuu had that nice nurse vibe down pat.