do you show any kind of mercy on the battlefield?

[crophisownrose]

There's a rush of air, noisy and hot--a late July heat, filled with a cacophony of shouts and screams and clashing metal, and the thick smell of blood, spoiling meat, and sweat. It's out of this that Sagramore stumbles, his usually immaculate tunic stained with blood, sword in one hand and the other clamped over his belly to hold his insides in

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[magicalskeptic]

Morgana is near the agora and it takes half a second to register what is happening. She drops the basket (filled with the day's purchases, as Veda is safely ensconced in her new home) and foodstuffs scatter on the ground. No, she's not in a mode to be careful with such things and they can be left to the birds and rodents searching for rubbish.

Instead, her mind is focused on Sagramore and she is at a dead run when he falls, arriving just a moment too late. "Sir," Morgana says, when she skids to a stop and kneels in front of him. "You must lay down." She doesn't even ask if he has wounds on his back first. Morgana will not waste time by dispelling any implication that such a question implies cowardice. It would be practical to ask, but it's evident the most severe wound is in his gut.

[crophisownrose]

Sagramore grins at her, trying to be roguish. "You think I can keep these in if I lie on my back, is that it?"

[magicalskeptic]

Morgana gives him a reassuring smile that would impress any war-weary nurse with its professionalism. "Sir, I believe I prefer to keep you in as few pieces as possible. I am very fond of you on the whole, not so much so in pieces."

Morgana moves beside him. She may be tiny, but she's not weak, and can help him so that he doesn't jar anything when he lays down.

"And I shall reward you for following my instructions." Morgana leaves off the reward on purpose, it is always better to tease -- to entice a response -- to keep the patient talking.

[crophisownrose]

"Reward me?" He laughs, which makes a little blood come out his mouth and between his fingers at his stomach. "With a pretty little grave, bajos, I hope."

[acoldgreensky]

"So you do," he says coolly before PINpointing out and then back with what might be a medical kit in hand. "Just relax a moment, hmm? Now, tell me all the usual things a good doctor ought to know about his patient -- how you managed to open yourself up so well, allergies, that sort of thing."

[crophisownrose]

Sagramore smiles at him. "My friend struck me with his sword."

[acoldgreensky]

"As you do." He's wearing gloves as he neatly cuts away whatever bits of clothing are in the way and sprays a bit of fancy, handwavery FUTCHAR antiseptic about.

Anyway, while not the ideal place to perform a bit of ridiculously fancy and simplified SPACE MEDICINE surgery, the agora will do.

[crophisownrose]

"Naturally. What precisely are you doing to me?"