[RP log] With Troy = 01 =
Who: Lucas (beats_up_crabs) & Troy (i_am_a_pisces)
Where: In the infirmary
When: January 24th, IS 481 - Following this thread.
What: Backdated to before the Luca fight. Wound assessment and preliminary treatment for the silly former Kooluk commander.
Lucas: *having cleaned up and assessed the wounds of the infirmary's 'guard', the young man went to get the doctor who'd barely finished with Lady Sialeeds' wounds. It wasn't that they only had one surgeon amongst them, but the doctor was much more skilled for complicated wounds than any of his assistants. Elza deserved better than an apprentice's fumbling (or squirming in the case of Luserina)with such severe injuries. That was why, when the brunette had secured the doctor's attention on the young woman, he'd turned to his former enemy who was still seated, a small ways from the scarred woman's bed, although... that bandage wasn't there last he looked at him* Did someone already look at your wounds, Sir Troy?
Troy: *Looks up, sort of lost in a daze as the adrenaline wore off* Geddoe wrapped a bandage, but I will need stitches. *he does not sound thrilled about the prospect* How is she? *He nods towards Elza*
Lucas: *does not know this Geddoe well, but if he did that, then that's good* She'll require a lot of stitches too. *at the very least* Dr. Mathiu's seeing to her now so she's in good hands. *even as he says that, he approaches the man, extending his hands toward what is obviously an injured arm* May I?
Troy: *Looks for a bit longer at the prone woman, then turns to Lucas, nodding* Yes.
Lucas: *pulling the Kooluk commander's arm toward him, he carefully unraveled the reddened bandages only to reveal an ugly wound that should've been attended to much earlier* ... *his expression was severe even as he prepared to clean the wound*
Troy: *Idly watches Lucas and trying not to react to the throbbing ache, thinking of the irony of the situation...the man who 'killed' him now tending his wounds. Life is strange, indeed*
Lucas: *doesn't really want to think of that himself. Already that he's been unable to find a solution to his own predicament, he really didn't want to think about how strange this situation was. Quietly, he spoke* You could have asked for assistance earlier... this looks horrible. *really, how were medics supposed to do their job if every individuals in this castle were stubborn about undervaluing their state of well-being*
Troy: I've had worse, Elza was more important. *He looks down at his arm, the ragged tears and gouges, the mauled flesh...and thinks that Lucas is right, it does look awful*
Lucas: *can understand the order of priority and does follow that, but there's at least one other assistant who could've come to help the man (for example, the young Karayan girl who he accidentally sent to a rather loud and healthy young man if he could trust that boasting he heard earlier). Pouring some solution into a clean cloth, he started dabbing carefully at the wound, cleaning it with as much care as required* It does not mean you should downplay the severity of your own injuries, Sir Troy.
Troy: *Hisses, uttering a low oath. By all the gods in the sea and sky, that stings* It...was not fatal. That was all I was concerned with. *How odd, to be lectured by this young man, and the humor makes him shake his head*
Lucas: *concerns himself not with the oath* This is your sword arm, sir. *recalls that much even if it's been at least two years since he last saw Troy by his own reckoning* I should hope a knight like you would value it better.
Troy: *Dryly* It was not by choice that I offered up my arm to be bitten. Those beasts were unnaturally fast.
Lucas: *dark expression again* I should've taken arms if only to minimize the injured... *but then, he knew that if he'd gone out there and gotten in the way of those beasts, he might've given the good doctor a heavier load. They'd barely taken care of Roy too when the attack happened*
Troy: *there is a long pause* Your sword skills would have been a valuable addition. *He says it mildly, almost gently, a bit uncomfortable about saying such things to this particular young man, but it is the truth, regardless* People are always needed in infirmaries, though.
Lucas: ... *he's aware of that... especially with days like today, he knows just how invaluable his presence is in the infirmary. Also, as he told Jeremy earlier, it's no use crying over spilled milk. For now, he'll finish up with cleaning the man's arm so they can see what needs to be done*
Troy: *He mimics Lucas, dropping into silence and watching the younger man work, looking at the deep gashes the beast's teeth left in his arm. Shame it was his sword arm*
Lucas: *with all the blood cleaned off from the wound, he can properly see the extent of the damage and cannot help but cover up his trouble with a blank face. This isn't the time nor the place for troubled expressions* ...I can attempt to minimize the amount of stitches you'll need, Sir Troy... May I?
Troy: *he nods, watching the young man's face* Go ahead.
Lucas: *nods back softly, placing his right hand over Troy's wound, focuses so he can cast a Kindness Drop. Probably his last one of the day*
Troy: *Instead of watching the rune work, he looks at Lucas' face, a soft blue glow from the rune casting shadows on the other's features, making him seem older, tired, and the captain is again struck by the incongruity of the situation. He shivers, the sensation of his flesh being knitted partially back together a disturbing itchy, icy feeling*
Lucas: *refuses to appear (too) tired and straightens up when the spell is over* ...This should do for now.
Troy: *looks down at his arm, significantly healed but with rips and tears still visible and needing a few stitches. He nods* Thank you.
Lucas: You're welcome... *although, he still reaches for new bandages to cover this up while they're waiting for Dr. Mathiu to be done with the other patients*
Troy: *Still idly watching Lucas* I was not aware that Razril taught medicine to their knights.
Lucas: It didn't... *carefully bandaging the injury* I asked if I could be taught a few things for emergencies. *though, there were instances back in the Vingerhut residence that had him learn a bit of first aid too*
Troy: Unusual for a knight.
Lucas: *is aware of that and hides his discomfort behind a small frown* One never knows what can happen in a battlefield... *of course, didn't have to do that during the war, but then he was busy leading the army..*
Troy: Very true. *looks at his arm as Lucas finishes his bandaging* Thank you for your assistance, it feels much better now.
Lucas: You're welcome, Sir Troy. *meets the man's eyes* It'll be a moment before Dr. Mathiu will be done with Elza, but I would still suggest you rest in the meantime.
Troy: *nods* I understand, I will wait for the doctor here.
Lucas: *relaxes a fraction of an inch, grateful that his former enemy will not put up a fight* Thank you.
Where: In the infirmary
When: January 24th, IS 481 - Following this thread.
What: Backdated to before the Luca fight. Wound assessment and preliminary treatment for the silly former Kooluk commander.
Lucas: *having cleaned up and assessed the wounds of the infirmary's 'guard', the young man went to get the doctor who'd barely finished with Lady Sialeeds' wounds. It wasn't that they only had one surgeon amongst them, but the doctor was much more skilled for complicated wounds than any of his assistants. Elza deserved better than an apprentice's fumbling (or squirming in the case of Luserina)with such severe injuries. That was why, when the brunette had secured the doctor's attention on the young woman, he'd turned to his former enemy who was still seated, a small ways from the scarred woman's bed, although... that bandage wasn't there last he looked at him* Did someone already look at your wounds, Sir Troy?
Troy: *Looks up, sort of lost in a daze as the adrenaline wore off* Geddoe wrapped a bandage, but I will need stitches. *he does not sound thrilled about the prospect* How is she? *He nods towards Elza*
Lucas: *does not know this Geddoe well, but if he did that, then that's good* She'll require a lot of stitches too. *at the very least* Dr. Mathiu's seeing to her now so she's in good hands. *even as he says that, he approaches the man, extending his hands toward what is obviously an injured arm* May I?
Troy: *Looks for a bit longer at the prone woman, then turns to Lucas, nodding* Yes.
Lucas: *pulling the Kooluk commander's arm toward him, he carefully unraveled the reddened bandages only to reveal an ugly wound that should've been attended to much earlier* ... *his expression was severe even as he prepared to clean the wound*
Troy: *Idly watches Lucas and trying not to react to the throbbing ache, thinking of the irony of the situation...the man who 'killed' him now tending his wounds. Life is strange, indeed*
Lucas: *doesn't really want to think of that himself. Already that he's been unable to find a solution to his own predicament, he really didn't want to think about how strange this situation was. Quietly, he spoke* You could have asked for assistance earlier... this looks horrible. *really, how were medics supposed to do their job if every individuals in this castle were stubborn about undervaluing their state of well-being*
Troy: I've had worse, Elza was more important. *He looks down at his arm, the ragged tears and gouges, the mauled flesh...and thinks that Lucas is right, it does look awful*
Lucas: *can understand the order of priority and does follow that, but there's at least one other assistant who could've come to help the man (for example, the young Karayan girl who he accidentally sent to a rather loud and healthy young man if he could trust that boasting he heard earlier). Pouring some solution into a clean cloth, he started dabbing carefully at the wound, cleaning it with as much care as required* It does not mean you should downplay the severity of your own injuries, Sir Troy.
Troy: *Hisses, uttering a low oath. By all the gods in the sea and sky, that stings* It...was not fatal. That was all I was concerned with. *How odd, to be lectured by this young man, and the humor makes him shake his head*
Lucas: *concerns himself not with the oath* This is your sword arm, sir. *recalls that much even if it's been at least two years since he last saw Troy by his own reckoning* I should hope a knight like you would value it better.
Troy: *Dryly* It was not by choice that I offered up my arm to be bitten. Those beasts were unnaturally fast.
Lucas: *dark expression again* I should've taken arms if only to minimize the injured... *but then, he knew that if he'd gone out there and gotten in the way of those beasts, he might've given the good doctor a heavier load. They'd barely taken care of Roy too when the attack happened*
Troy: *there is a long pause* Your sword skills would have been a valuable addition. *He says it mildly, almost gently, a bit uncomfortable about saying such things to this particular young man, but it is the truth, regardless* People are always needed in infirmaries, though.
Lucas: ... *he's aware of that... especially with days like today, he knows just how invaluable his presence is in the infirmary. Also, as he told Jeremy earlier, it's no use crying over spilled milk. For now, he'll finish up with cleaning the man's arm so they can see what needs to be done*
Troy: *He mimics Lucas, dropping into silence and watching the younger man work, looking at the deep gashes the beast's teeth left in his arm. Shame it was his sword arm*
Lucas: *with all the blood cleaned off from the wound, he can properly see the extent of the damage and cannot help but cover up his trouble with a blank face. This isn't the time nor the place for troubled expressions* ...I can attempt to minimize the amount of stitches you'll need, Sir Troy... May I?
Troy: *he nods, watching the young man's face* Go ahead.
Lucas: *nods back softly, placing his right hand over Troy's wound, focuses so he can cast a Kindness Drop. Probably his last one of the day*
Troy: *Instead of watching the rune work, he looks at Lucas' face, a soft blue glow from the rune casting shadows on the other's features, making him seem older, tired, and the captain is again struck by the incongruity of the situation. He shivers, the sensation of his flesh being knitted partially back together a disturbing itchy, icy feeling*
Lucas: *refuses to appear (too) tired and straightens up when the spell is over* ...This should do for now.
Troy: *looks down at his arm, significantly healed but with rips and tears still visible and needing a few stitches. He nods* Thank you.
Lucas: You're welcome... *although, he still reaches for new bandages to cover this up while they're waiting for Dr. Mathiu to be done with the other patients*
Troy: *Still idly watching Lucas* I was not aware that Razril taught medicine to their knights.
Lucas: It didn't... *carefully bandaging the injury* I asked if I could be taught a few things for emergencies. *though, there were instances back in the Vingerhut residence that had him learn a bit of first aid too*
Troy: Unusual for a knight.
Lucas: *is aware of that and hides his discomfort behind a small frown* One never knows what can happen in a battlefield... *of course, didn't have to do that during the war, but then he was busy leading the army..*
Troy: Very true. *looks at his arm as Lucas finishes his bandaging* Thank you for your assistance, it feels much better now.
Lucas: You're welcome, Sir Troy. *meets the man's eyes* It'll be a moment before Dr. Mathiu will be done with Elza, but I would still suggest you rest in the meantime.
Troy: *nods* I understand, I will wait for the doctor here.
Lucas: *relaxes a fraction of an inch, grateful that his former enemy will not put up a fight* Thank you.