TWENTY-THREE-POINT-FIVE : Didn't I tell you not to go out, didn't I?

[wristsniper]

[Hi Mayfield! Guess who left bloody tracks all over the streets? Feel free to notice and comment.

She made it home, barely. And she sounds half-dead.

Backdated to Sunday.]

[Filtered AWAY from children]
I need a doctor. A magical one, I think.

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[hop_toit_udonge]

You think?

What happened?

[wristsniper]

Two knives, one serrated, through my hands. And he broke my thumb.

Tendons, bones, I don't know what else but I'm bleeding profusely.

Eirin, I can't use my hands.

[hop_toit_udonge]

... What's your location?

[wristsniper]

Home.

He ordered me to come back.

[hop_toit_udonge]

-No more conversation. She's already on her way with a horde of rabbit assistants carrying her supplies. Hope you're ready for some field surgery, Olivier.-

[wristsniper]

[And Olivier is in the kitchen, forehead on the table, hands being disinfected by her not!husband, bleeding every-freaking-where. She looks a little greenish.]

[hop_toit_udonge]

Move. -One command. All she needed. One rabbit handed her a medical kit. She began to pull out some bottles, as well as a syringe.-

I'm applying a local anesthetic before I begin. It will hurt.

-It's all the warning she gives before she begins literally ripping Olivier's sleeve up.-

[wristsniper]

[WE'RE GOING TO PRETEND SHE HASN'T BEEN WEARING HER JACKET.]

I expected it would.

[She merely looks away and pulls a piece of cloth from her pocket to bite down on.]

[hop_toit_udonge]

-Once that's injected, she takes the iodine vial and begins to clean at the wound. The bleeding has slowed down, but she doesn't have much time. She motions for the rabbit to hand her another vial. It seems to instinctively know which one. They are well trained.-

[wristsniper]

[...Being attended to by a woman with rabbits is strange, but she doesn't care. She can't move her fingers, and she's beginning to wonder if she'll lose any of them...

She glances over--nope, shouldn't have done that. There;s a small sound of discomfort that she can't stifle.]

[hop_toit_udonge]

-She applies the drug to the wound thoroughly, her gloves quite stained at this point. It fizzes as it meets the blood, but then almost seems to solidify over the wound, as if a gel. The rabbits nod, indicating a success. She then signals for her surgery kit.-

[wristsniper]

[There's a pause, so Olivier looks over again. Here comes the horrible part, she knows.]

Will they be restored fully, Doctor?

[hop_toit_udonge]

Of course they will. -The response is curt, as she begins applying a salve to the bone that she can see.-

I told you once already. There is no condition I cannot cure.

[wristsniper]

[She nods, looking on in fascination.] I trust you, Eirin.

[hop_toit_udonge]

Brace yourself. I'm going to realign your bone structure. This will hurt. A lot.

-Eirin gives Olivier a look that emphasized that, by "a lot" she means excruciating.-

[wristsniper]

[Olivier uses her teeth to refold the handkerchief, and places it firmly back in her mouth before nodding to Eirin--can you tell she's had a battlefield injury before?

Anything is better than not being able to use them. Anything.

She braces herself, her entire body, willing it to ignore the pain.]