Ascalon Medic 2

[16:53] Ascalon Zanders says, "I've a desire to watch and learn."
[16:54] Arlei Zanders asks, "Oh? Thinking of joining me in my medical ventures~?"
[17:02] Arlei steps over to her patient and whips a scalpel out of her medical pack, slashing off the sleeve covering the damaged arm with almost Loretta-levels of precision. She was getting good at that. Too good.

Placing the scalpel back for a moment, she took a deep glance at the wounds, taking the arm in both of her hands to lift it up.

Oh, it was just bitemarks. It wasn't anything massively dangerous; the first thing she'd ever treated was a bite that had gone so deep it had shattered someones collarbone and took a chunk out of him.

"Alright, this'll just require a bit of stitching and some wound cleaning. Not even an issue!" she grinned, reaching into her bag to withdraw a reel of medical-grade mithril sutures, coiled on a small spool, a needle, a small set of scissors and a tiny bottle of pure ethanol.

"The wound cleaning might sting a bit, and please do not move whilst I'm stitching. It could tear the wound more!" she says, threading the sutures through the needle.

Slowly but surely, she began to sew it all up. Beautiful criss-crossed stitches were carefully wound through the tooth marks, pulling them tightly together to seal the open injuries up.

"Here we go!" she informed, giving the man a chunk of wood to bite down upon. The drakanite unscrewed her alcohol bottle, tipped some onto a cotton bud and dabbed it over all of the wounds, allowing the alcohol to burn through any infection that may be there. She screwed it back up and handed it over to the man with a small pack of cotton buds.

"Clean it twice a day. If that gets infected, you might not just lose the arm, but you might die. Sepsis isn't pleasant." she stated, stepping back closer to her wife.

"You're good to go."
(Arlei Zanders)
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[17:08] Arlei did a mighty fine job indeed, it did hurt for him during the stitching phase indeed, but with the help of the wood to bite on, he was able to plow through it..."..Hm..."He would say nothing much during the whole process, he was never one to feel pain like the others anyways.

With his wound now stitched up, and the advice Arlei gave him about cleaning his wound, he gets up off the bed and gives a simple..."Thankyou."towards Arlei , as he adjusts his attire.
(Bennidick Saint)
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[17:18] Ascalon's gaze never waivered from his wife's actions throughout the procedure. It was true the Oscuri had never been formally trained in the medical arts yet it was something they'd had interest in since being a youth.

Now with a doctor willingly around and able to teach? Well, a doctor that wasn't some insane monstrosity anyways. The Zanders wouldn't miss this chance. Luckily a life-time of violence from war to street-fighting had taught them the basics.

It seemed the first step was to have the right tools for the job. The scalpel's swiftness was interesting to watch, she'd not know Arlei could be so precise. Cutting away of any clothing that could interfere with your work? It made sense. Just like removing a layer of armor that was getting your way in a fight.

An emerald hue narrowed upon the wound as it was revealed. Bite scars? That was interesting. What could have caused the wound. Was there perhaps a wild beast out in the woodlands? Regardless what came next took their focus.

Stitching and cleaning, that wasn't something they'd had much experience with. Cleaning was simple though. You'd just need some cleansing reagents such as that bottle of ethanol she was now utilizing. Just douse the bitch it seemed was the answer to cleansing. Oh? It'd hurt the patient... Not a bad thing.

Next came the stitching, it was so elegant. Crissing to and fro like a blade in battle. However, Ascalon had no clue if they could mimic it. Of course they where adept with hand-eye coordination but they'd never sewn anything.

After-care? Of course you could get sick otherwise. Well, that'd just mean dousing more ethanol over the wound. More pain, again not a bad thing. Finally as the surgery was finished their wife returned the them they'd give a node.

"Now Benni, a word. What caused those bites?"

(Ascalon Zanders)