Medic - Numbing Pain

 Agava walked into the clinic to as usually check if there was anyone needing medical help. She rustled loudly as her eyes locked on Pandora only to hum and approach him as she soon began toinspect him before asking. "What is wrong, young one? I am Agava, a medic in training, would you like me to help?" she asked calmly while examining the state of young neries.
(Agava)


 "Help?" he'd reply, reddened eyes flickering up from the destroyed notepad to the Dryad woman, still visibly upset.

Now on entry of the clinic, Agava would at the very least seen the trail of quicksilver hued blood leading from the door to where he was sitting. His legs were starting to bleed but they were inconsequential. The pain he felt in his legs were nothing compared to what he was feeling in his chest, his heart shattered upon realizing his creations were no more...

"Can you...Can you help me restore these?" he inquired, a glance down at his notepad, currently open, a few drawings could be seen, of people, things and places around where the youth has been through the year. He'd sniffle a bit, eyes starting to release droplets of tears that would fall to the destroyed pages on his lap.

Surely, he was injured, surely, he was in pain, surely, his mindset was not in the right place, what with the fight with his brother earlier in the middle of the square. He had gone through a lot, all for the purpose of finding his 'Faith', trying to push that sense of morality onto others with his actions, not his words. With his art, not his voice. There he was bleeding, there he was cryings but not for pain and the slow loss of blood but for the destruction of what he was, his drawings, his art....His Creations
(Pandora)


 The blood trail did leave the dryad concerned as she ended up kneeling down next to Pandora only to examine his wounds and the torn notepad, soon starting to hum a calming tune as her flowers slowly filled the air around the two with a soft, calming floral aroma to attempt and calm the young neries down as she would begin to work.

"We will see what can be done about the notepad, but first we should handle your injury as it might get worse for your health." she explained calmly, trying to reassure her patient before proceeding to take out a role of clean gauze out of her belt, her left hand untangling into a bundle of rustling tendrils that began to sprout various, lesser herbs which she soon used to cover the bleeding cuts.

For a moment Pandora would feel a series of sharp stings as first herbs touched his irritated and cut skin as their sap ended up cleaning up any potential signs of infection that might been forming up just before using another set to numb the pain around the legs themselves.

Once that step was handled she proceeded with infusing said leaves with her mana to encourage young neries skin to regenerate enough to stop the bleeding, only then deciding to gently warp the legs of her young patient with gauze and bandages to keep the herbal covers in place and to avoid potential infections in near future.

With the legs done she proceeded to look towards the damaged piece of work that Pandora was clinging to desperately, leaving Agava to sigh heavily as she inspected the damage and narrow her eyes while replying. "Damage is done to it, I can try to restore the pages but work done on them would have to be restore by you alone...if necessary I could offer to aid with it... if that would help?" she offered before reaching out towards the torn notes with her untangled tendrils, allowing them to touch each individual piece before attempting to tap into them with her mana.

If they were out of paper, Agava would then proceed to force her tendrils to press and spread across the sheets in attempt to mimic the appearance and structure of material she worked with to restore it to as near perfection as she possibly could before deciding to retract herself from it to let Pandora and herself to assess the quality of her work.
(Agava)


 Through it all the neries youth would remain stead strong, adamantly silent as his expression remained in a frozen state of dismay. To Pandora, these pictures weren't just drawings that he did on a whim but his attempts at capturing the natural beauty found in this ugly world. It was his attempts of creating something worth while and even if they were just paper drawings, they were his.

To him, these pictures were more important than his own health and situations. No matter what was said regardless would fall on deaf ears. He wanted his art back, he wanted them how they were, but it seemed that this was asking for too much. His legs were being treated, the ointments and herbs used would cause a great level of irritation but even so the boy made not a peep as he hugged the torn and burnt notepad.

On the bright side, his bleeding was stopped and now he would feel less pain in his legs but what was pain to him now? His heart was broken, brought to shambles like the notepad. This notepad was...his everything. Pandora would only stare ahead at the Dryad from this point,attempts at calming him down would only aid to hold back the tears, but his eyes remained reddened, his facial expression showed that of extreme displeasure .

"If you can restore my art...Please...help me." he begged, for what was, the first time Pandora could ever see himself doing this. He never begged, never asked for help for his own sake and never helped others before that fateful day. The result being the destruction of his livelihood.

He'd watch as the Dryad does her magic, Agava using the power of nature to slowly restore the pages of his pad, the youth's expression changing to that of a smile and hope. Maybe, just maybe his art could be saved! How wrong he was in the end, the pages now intact but the contents there on remained the same, shambled and even more so incomplete than they were before. His complete work now had that incomplete touch and so an entire notepad would be dedicated to incomplete art.

"Thank...you." he said, scrolling through the few drawing he had down, everything he saw from front to back would only leave the youth' smiling expression fading to a neutral state. He'd blink, not a word said at this point.

After a while of staring at his drawing, Chazlus would be seen entering the clinic, handing the youth a vial of strange blue liquids. The contents unknown to him, but the words Chaz spoke would cause the youth to quirk a brow. 'Drink and get better' was what he said which brings forth the question, 'Was this medicine?'. Pandora holds onto the bottle, leaving it on his person for now, even now, he'd rather endure this wholesomely, healing as any other would. The potion would remain on his person till the day such a thing would really come to be of need.
(Pandora)