Fic: Jenka growing up in the Castle, part 2
Title: A Jager Enjoying his Job (A Good Day, part 2)
Characters: Jenka, a Jager medic
Warnings: Jager medicine
Wordcount: 500
This will make a lot more sense if you read part 1 first. And I'm pretty sure there'll be more parts.
Jenka limped across the courtyard to the barracks infirmary, her excitement from the trap-game warring with annoyance about the lost time - "BE THANKFUL THE SPIKE CAME BACK UP!" - and peered through the window to check who was on duty. Human medics got stationed here sometimes, and they just... didn't understand. Seeing orange-skinned Marek dissecting something tentacled and wriggly on the operating table, she slipped inside. "Vot hyu do now, dollink?" he asked without turning around, absorbed in watching the creature squirm delightfully in pain. "De Kestle got me!" she answered proudly. That was an interesting wound, not some broken leg from falling off the wall!
Marek raised an impressed eyebrow at the child's boast. "Vell, let's see it den!" Noticing his plaything trying to crawl away, he absently pinned the half-dead creature in place with a scalpel before giving Jenka a boost onto the non-gore-covered side of the table. After unwrapping her hasty bandage, he poked his clawed finger right into the hole through her leg. Jenka gritted her teeth. "Vent all de vay through, eh? Nize scar hyu gun' haff!" He licked the blood thoughtfully and diagnosed: "No poison or anytink." Seeing Jenka relax, he added with a malicioius glint in his eye: "Chust need to vash it out", and reached for a bottle of sparkling rose liquid on a shelf under the table. Jenka shuddered despite herself. "Iz de burnink schtuff again?" - she asked, her voice trembling slightly. She had gotten the sparkly-red-stuff treatment once before, and it was one of the worst. The smoke and crackling noises it made didn't help. "Vot vas hyu expectink, sveethot, milk vit sugar?" smirked the medic, pouring the bottle's contents over her wound before Jenka even finished speaking. She tried to take it like a soldier, but only managed a few seconds before releasing a loud wail. This hurt even more than last time! Still, she couldn't help but laugh through her tears at Marek's satisfied expression. He definitely enjoyed this aspect of his work. Maybe she should've looked for a human medic after all... People became medics because they wanted to help others - Jagers did it because they liked inflicting this particular kind of pain.
He shot her an unimpressed look when she finally quieted down. "Vot's vit all de screamink? Izn't hyu suppozed to be learnink to vitstand torture or zumtink?" "Hy'z learnink how to not get caught!" she snarled at him, jumping to her feet without even a grimace. One undeniable benefit of the sparkly-red-stuff was that any other pain faded in comparison. "Ve done?" the girl asked impatiently. In answer Marek tossed her a small bandage roll, high enough over her head that she had to jump for it: "Tie hyuself vit dis, and hyu's goot. Go run around now - heal qvicker dot vay!" he advised her cheerfully before turning back to his still wriggling subject.
Characters: Jenka, a Jager medic
Warnings: Jager medicine
Wordcount: 500
This will make a lot more sense if you read part 1 first. And I'm pretty sure there'll be more parts.
Jenka limped across the courtyard to the barracks infirmary, her excitement from the trap-game warring with annoyance about the lost time - "BE THANKFUL THE SPIKE CAME BACK UP!" - and peered through the window to check who was on duty. Human medics got stationed here sometimes, and they just... didn't understand. Seeing orange-skinned Marek dissecting something tentacled and wriggly on the operating table, she slipped inside. "Vot hyu do now, dollink?" he asked without turning around, absorbed in watching the creature squirm delightfully in pain. "De Kestle got me!" she answered proudly. That was an interesting wound, not some broken leg from falling off the wall!
Marek raised an impressed eyebrow at the child's boast. "Vell, let's see it den!" Noticing his plaything trying to crawl away, he absently pinned the half-dead creature in place with a scalpel before giving Jenka a boost onto the non-gore-covered side of the table. After unwrapping her hasty bandage, he poked his clawed finger right into the hole through her leg. Jenka gritted her teeth. "Vent all de vay through, eh? Nize scar hyu gun' haff!" He licked the blood thoughtfully and diagnosed: "No poison or anytink." Seeing Jenka relax, he added with a malicioius glint in his eye: "Chust need to vash it out", and reached for a bottle of sparkling rose liquid on a shelf under the table. Jenka shuddered despite herself. "Iz de burnink schtuff again?" - she asked, her voice trembling slightly. She had gotten the sparkly-red-stuff treatment once before, and it was one of the worst. The smoke and crackling noises it made didn't help. "Vot vas hyu expectink, sveethot, milk vit sugar?" smirked the medic, pouring the bottle's contents over her wound before Jenka even finished speaking. She tried to take it like a soldier, but only managed a few seconds before releasing a loud wail. This hurt even more than last time! Still, she couldn't help but laugh through her tears at Marek's satisfied expression. He definitely enjoyed this aspect of his work. Maybe she should've looked for a human medic after all... People became medics because they wanted to help others - Jagers did it because they liked inflicting this particular kind of pain.
He shot her an unimpressed look when she finally quieted down. "Vot's vit all de screamink? Izn't hyu suppozed to be learnink to vitstand torture or zumtink?" "Hy'z learnink how to not get caught!" she snarled at him, jumping to her feet without even a grimace. One undeniable benefit of the sparkly-red-stuff was that any other pain faded in comparison. "Ve done?" the girl asked impatiently. In answer Marek tossed her a small bandage roll, high enough over her head that she had to jump for it: "Tie hyuself vit dis, and hyu's goot. Go run around now - heal qvicker dot vay!" he advised her cheerfully before turning back to his still wriggling subject.