A Breton Amongst Dremora
Karsith nodded to her as she approached. "Ranyu has been given a mild sedative. He resists pain well, however, we can't have a lot of twitching about during suturing for obvious trasons. As you can see, the bleeding has stopped, but bandages wont be enough to hold the wound together. Therefore, we will suture the wound, bandage it, and have him drink a prevent disease potion to ward off infection."
Dianne watched, fascinated, as he picked up a curved silver needle and threaded it with silk suturing line. He smiled at her, saying "It is ironic that we use suturing silk obtained from our very enemies. Spider daedra silk is thin and very strong. Perfect for stitches." He got to work.
Ranyu blinked, but that was his only indication of it stinging or not. As he worked, Karsith continued talking. "The needle is curved to allow for the two sides to be neatly joined. This stile of needle is also used when making mattresses, and for similar reasons."
Ranyu made an amused snort. "Great. I'm a mattress, now." Karsith glanced up at him, face dour. "Be quiet, or I'll sew your lips shut." Ranyu quieted down, though whether it was due to the fact that Karsith would really do it or because he outranked Ranyu, Dianne didn't know. Karsith went back to work, moving quickly but slowly that Dianne could see what he was doing. "Here. See how the needle dips, then I almost immediately tuck upwards?" Dianne ndoded. "Good. You don't want to go in too deeply, but not so shallow that the lips of the wound tear open. You also must ensure that you start and finish on either side so as to not be too close to the wound's edges, for the same reasons."
Dianne watched, fascinated as he did the stitches. He worked faster now, and in no time, had finished the stitches. They looked neat and perfect. He finished off at the end. Dianne could barely see them, and if she didn't know anything had been done, she wouldn't have ever known. "Under more ideal circumstances, we could practice. Humans and other mortal creatures produce np end of corpses." Seeing her expression, he said, "Don't look so horrified. They are preserved so as not to rot. Do not mortal healers learn their trade on corpses first?"
Dianne, who had thought that such things were only in horror films, said, "Well, I don't know. I've never formally studied to be a healer."
Karsith grunted. "Well, I can tell you that they do. I suppose it's desecrating the dead, but really, they aren't using the bodies anymore." He handed Dianne a jar. "Apply this ointment. Your fingers will be fine; you just washed your hands. Then I will show you how to apply a dressing."
Dianne opened it to find an oily, peachy-orange intment smelling vaguely of chamomile. She dipped in a finger and applied a light coating of it to the stitches and surrounding skin Karsith nodded in approval. "Excellent work. You used a light touch." He dhowed her how to apply the dressing, and then they turned their attentions to the next patients.
Eventually, the flow of injured slowed to a trickle. Just as it was going to stop all togehter, Mal and Xaurax came in. Mal had a jagged gash across his face that had come close to blinding him. Xaurax was holding his arm close to his chest and limping slightly. Half of his hair had been scorched off, and the scalp there was a bright lavender hue, which spoke of minor burns.
"That gash looks really bad," Dianne noted. It wasn't currently bleeding, but the wound looked deep. Kasith said, "Head and facial wounds always look far worse than they really are. "Sit down, both of you. Dianne, clean Malichai's facial wound, if you would. Infused water and the sterile cloth will do. I will need to determine if his eye had been damaged."
"Understood, Karsith." She gathered the needed materials and Mal sat down. Even though she remained standing, he was still a half a head taller. His good eye glowered at her. She hesitated, then got to work. Gently, she began washing away the drying, sticky blood. Mal growled as she sponged away blood on a particularly tender area.
"Be careful with that. You're washing my face, not doing the laubry with your little scamp friends."
Dianne, being well aware that she held the upper hand, said, "The laundry at least whines much less." From the exam berth nearby, Xaurax snorted laughter.
"Fuck off," Mal snarled. "Both of you."
Dianne, who would have cried several months ago, now only glared at him. "You're awfully stroppy for someone in your place." She continued her work. "Keep it up, and you can just wait your turn because you'll have to wait for Karsith."
"Fine."
"Good." Dianne continued washing off the blood. "Well, good thing is, it bled like mad, but I don't see any damage to your eye. Also doesn't look like the cut is as weak as it could have been. How'd it happen?"
He grunted. "One of those spider fuckers slashed me right in the face with his claws. Not even a weapon. Stings like a motherfucker. Gotta give him this: they look weak but they're strong and fast as fuck."
Dianne could have told him that. Karsith's voice floated over. "Dianne, come take over on Xaurax. I've set his sprains. He's lucky that's all that happened. I need you to apply the ointment to his cuts and the burn on his scalp."
"Right away." She gave Mal a dour look then moved to tend Xaurax. He smiled at her, saying, "Long time, no see."
She chuckled a little. "Kind of busy." She got to work. "How about you?"
"Seen better days. My arm will be out of commission until we get more healing potions in. You feel like helping out in the kitchen more, pending approval?"
She smiled. "I can do that."
Dianne watched, fascinated, as he picked up a curved silver needle and threaded it with silk suturing line. He smiled at her, saying "It is ironic that we use suturing silk obtained from our very enemies. Spider daedra silk is thin and very strong. Perfect for stitches." He got to work.
Ranyu blinked, but that was his only indication of it stinging or not. As he worked, Karsith continued talking. "The needle is curved to allow for the two sides to be neatly joined. This stile of needle is also used when making mattresses, and for similar reasons."
Ranyu made an amused snort. "Great. I'm a mattress, now." Karsith glanced up at him, face dour. "Be quiet, or I'll sew your lips shut." Ranyu quieted down, though whether it was due to the fact that Karsith would really do it or because he outranked Ranyu, Dianne didn't know. Karsith went back to work, moving quickly but slowly that Dianne could see what he was doing. "Here. See how the needle dips, then I almost immediately tuck upwards?" Dianne ndoded. "Good. You don't want to go in too deeply, but not so shallow that the lips of the wound tear open. You also must ensure that you start and finish on either side so as to not be too close to the wound's edges, for the same reasons."
Dianne watched, fascinated as he did the stitches. He worked faster now, and in no time, had finished the stitches. They looked neat and perfect. He finished off at the end. Dianne could barely see them, and if she didn't know anything had been done, she wouldn't have ever known. "Under more ideal circumstances, we could practice. Humans and other mortal creatures produce np end of corpses." Seeing her expression, he said, "Don't look so horrified. They are preserved so as not to rot. Do not mortal healers learn their trade on corpses first?"
Dianne, who had thought that such things were only in horror films, said, "Well, I don't know. I've never formally studied to be a healer."
Karsith grunted. "Well, I can tell you that they do. I suppose it's desecrating the dead, but really, they aren't using the bodies anymore." He handed Dianne a jar. "Apply this ointment. Your fingers will be fine; you just washed your hands. Then I will show you how to apply a dressing."
Dianne opened it to find an oily, peachy-orange intment smelling vaguely of chamomile. She dipped in a finger and applied a light coating of it to the stitches and surrounding skin Karsith nodded in approval. "Excellent work. You used a light touch." He dhowed her how to apply the dressing, and then they turned their attentions to the next patients.
Eventually, the flow of injured slowed to a trickle. Just as it was going to stop all togehter, Mal and Xaurax came in. Mal had a jagged gash across his face that had come close to blinding him. Xaurax was holding his arm close to his chest and limping slightly. Half of his hair had been scorched off, and the scalp there was a bright lavender hue, which spoke of minor burns.
"That gash looks really bad," Dianne noted. It wasn't currently bleeding, but the wound looked deep. Kasith said, "Head and facial wounds always look far worse than they really are. "Sit down, both of you. Dianne, clean Malichai's facial wound, if you would. Infused water and the sterile cloth will do. I will need to determine if his eye had been damaged."
"Understood, Karsith." She gathered the needed materials and Mal sat down. Even though she remained standing, he was still a half a head taller. His good eye glowered at her. She hesitated, then got to work. Gently, she began washing away the drying, sticky blood. Mal growled as she sponged away blood on a particularly tender area.
"Be careful with that. You're washing my face, not doing the laubry with your little scamp friends."
Dianne, being well aware that she held the upper hand, said, "The laundry at least whines much less." From the exam berth nearby, Xaurax snorted laughter.
"Fuck off," Mal snarled. "Both of you."
Dianne, who would have cried several months ago, now only glared at him. "You're awfully stroppy for someone in your place." She continued her work. "Keep it up, and you can just wait your turn because you'll have to wait for Karsith."
"Fine."
"Good." Dianne continued washing off the blood. "Well, good thing is, it bled like mad, but I don't see any damage to your eye. Also doesn't look like the cut is as weak as it could have been. How'd it happen?"
He grunted. "One of those spider fuckers slashed me right in the face with his claws. Not even a weapon. Stings like a motherfucker. Gotta give him this: they look weak but they're strong and fast as fuck."
Dianne could have told him that. Karsith's voice floated over. "Dianne, come take over on Xaurax. I've set his sprains. He's lucky that's all that happened. I need you to apply the ointment to his cuts and the burn on his scalp."
"Right away." She gave Mal a dour look then moved to tend Xaurax. He smiled at her, saying, "Long time, no see."
She chuckled a little. "Kind of busy." She got to work. "How about you?"
"Seen better days. My arm will be out of commission until we get more healing potions in. You feel like helping out in the kitchen more, pending approval?"
She smiled. "I can do that."