Hector- Medicine 2

His legs shot with pain, stiff and unmoving, angry jolts coming from his shattered bones.
He tugged the sheets loose, pulling them back to find that broad wooden splints had been attached to each leg with bandages and leather strips. They were bruised, blackened, and broken, lumps rising over their surface like discolored mountain ranges, but he knew they would mend. His chest and arms were also dressed with a patchwork quilt of bandages and dressings. On his left hand a bandage was wrapped around where he’d lost his little finger, and his right arm was coated with a slick, sweet oil that was working its magic, healing his burns. Hector’s satchel lay open on the floor, many of his salves and ointments visible to Drew, and once more the young Werewolf was grateful to his friend. A shadow passed over Drew as somebody else came to crouch beside him.

B1 P5 C9