After his fun weekend away visiting Parker (an unexpected side-trip of which had delayed his return), Ronan whistled as he bustled around the clinic before settling at the front counter.
Exam Room One - Thursday NexthotceltogothDecember 6 2007, 02:32:29 UTC
Ronan brought Thursday in, leading her carefully where she floated at about waist height; as she moved to hover over the examination table, he released the spell gently, leaving her to settle down onto it. He moved swiftly around the room, moving to apply pressure on the wound, placing a bandage over it and applying pressure, trying to get the bleeding stopped enough to do some more serious work on it.
Re: Exam Room One - Thursday Nextno_toast_thanksDecember 6 2007, 02:37:12 UTC
The shot had been intended to harm rather than outright kill Thursday or even kill her before she had a chance to get some medical attention. Still, she had lost enough blood to be dangerous to her health. The pressure had been applied before by Sam Winchester and although it had started to bleed again, the pressure Ronan was applying was enough to slow the flow and get the blood to begin to clot.
Re: Exam Room One - Thursday NexthotceltogothDecember 6 2007, 02:52:14 UTC
As he saw the bleeding slow, clotting, Ronan pulled out the small blade he kept handy for times like these, slicing down the heel of his left palm, reopening the thin scar that existed from previous healings.
Blood pooled in his palm, and he began speaking the words of the healing spell, drawing out the pain, drawing out the knife, doing what he could to close the wound and replenish Thursday's own blood.
All at once, it was done, the bullet itself resting in Ronan's palm next to the scar, which was once again thin and healed. The bullet-wound itself was closed, slightly puckered, the pink of a new scar.
Re: Exam Room One - Thursday Nextno_toast_thanksDecember 6 2007, 02:58:06 UTC
Thursday suddenly sucked in a deep breath, but after that her breathing settled and her body seemed to relax as her body adjusted to the damage ebbing away.
Re: Exam Room One - Thursday NexthotceltogothDecember 6 2007, 03:21:31 UTC
Ronan smiled, his breath a bit laboured as he felt his body go, "Woooo, tired now." Still, he said, "Can you hear me now?" noting that her body did seem more relaxed -- which was as good a sign as any that the healing had taken properly.
Re: Exam Room One - Thursday Nextno_toast_thanksDecember 6 2007, 03:34:46 UTC
She was still groggy, but responded to his voice by opening her eyes slightly. Her own body was exhausted. The healing had taken, but her body's effort of keeping her alive the best it knew how had worn her out. She looked as if she was about to say something, but her eyes closed again as she fell asleep before she had a chance to speak.
Re: Exam Room One - Thursday NexthotceltogothDecember 6 2007, 03:39:58 UTC
Ronan's smile widened a little, even as he felt himself needing to sit down now; still, he managed to set a small alarm wizardry before he left, just to notify him over the course of the evening if there were any major changes in her condition.
And then he went back to the front desk and collapsed in the chair.
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Blood pooled in his palm, and he began speaking the words of the healing spell, drawing out the pain, drawing out the knife, doing what he could to close the wound and replenish Thursday's own blood.
All at once, it was done, the bullet itself resting in Ronan's palm next to the scar, which was once again thin and healed. The bullet-wound itself was closed, slightly puckered, the pink of a new scar.
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[OOC: Thanks for the thread!]
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And then he went back to the front desk and collapsed in the chair.
[OOC: Not a problem! It was fun. :) ]
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