Healing Seshu [Medic 1/8]

[22:41] It almost felt like yesterday he had trampled his way in, badly injured from the clash against huang.

With one as proactive and. . . Attention seeking of the deities. It only made sense poor display in combat would not go unpunished. Left now to muster up every fiber of his being and escape the vampiric duo.

Coming back to crafsthold. An open hole pierced through his chest, several meters above his heart. Only really managing to stay alive through panicked stitching and stuffing.

"Have coin. . . Need. . ."
(Seshu)
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[22:41] Iosefka Coza says, "..."
[22:41] Iosefka Coza says, "-- Cripes, Seshu..."
[22:41] Ohtli Tezcacoatl asks, "Spirits above...What happened?"
[22:41] Seshu says, "... Vampires."
[22:41] Ohtli goes fully alert and attentive, wings stiffening. "...Where? South of here?"
(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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[22:41] Seshu says, "When searching, for ore. Above huang. Encountered."
[22:41] Kestrel says, "Does Huangzhou even realize the trouble they've caused for the rest of us...."
[22:41] Iosefka Coza asks, "Oof. A bit bold, aren't you?"
[22:42] Seshu says, "Could not flee, from immortals. Ixchel, Saekanis. Would not see just."
[22:42] Yue Lai says, "Of course not."
[22:43] Kestrel says, "By burning the vampire's containment home, they've just set them loose on Agartha."
[22:43] Kestrel says, "It wasn't smart."
[22:46] The trade is made, and Iosefka hands the kit over to the boy. He'd have to hold onto it for now. Unfortunately, with Tez out like a light, it wasn't like they had a medic to treat him...

Well, she'd watched Tezoxochel do pre-treatment before for patients. No reason she couldn't try her hand at it. Water begins to pool in her hand, before she gingerly places it on the wound. Dirt and blood were flushed away and out of Seshu's body, allowing Iosefka a chance to take out her stitching kit.

"My husband's asleep, so- I'm just going to... Close up that hole for now. Could you lay down on the ground for me? So I can-" She gestures with her catgut and needle, which she is slowly threading. "- You know."
(Iosefka Coza)
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[22:46] Seshu says, "Mhm."
[22:46] The Drakan hovers nearby, fretful. Still only a novice herself, she can only give a rookie's aid- and emotional support. That counts, right?

"If you need help, ma'am, say the word," she offers.
(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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[22:48] Aqeadenah says, "Oh. You're all the way here already..."
[22:49] Aqea's hands are on his knees, and he's panting a bit. "Fast... Fast... Whatever." He grumbles, standing up, and grabbing his back.
(Aqeadenah)
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[22:49] There hadn't been a need to even request the wolf lay. Stuck in a state of decay, the injuries he sustained thus far. How could he consider them, foolish. . . Or unlucky?

Whatever the case, his back had already reached the grasses surface, most of his discomfort washed away the moment his feet could finally rest. Resisting the urge to place his own hands over the injury.

Subtle breathings were made, this was likely to be an occurrence he would endure more often, should he find himself incapable of surpassing the others in experience.

"A-am ready."

(Seshu)
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[22:49] Iosefka beckons Aqea closer.
(Iosefka Coza)
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[22:50] Aqeadenah says, "I've got a few metals, if he needs a kit."
[22:50] Iosefka Coza says, "We're performing some basic suturing on a man, come watch."
[22:50] Aqeadenah whispers: Wish you'd said something... I'd have helped you back there.
[22:51] Seshu says, "..."
[22:51] Seshu says, "Hrm."
[22:54] With Ohtli and now Aqea at her side, she is filled with some relief on the struggle to come. A suture kit, with catgut strung up already, is slowly lowered towards the hole in Seshu's chest. Man. That's nasty. With her waters already having cleaned up the wound, she turns to Ohtli for assistance.

"If he's not an occultist, I'll need you to help dull the pain with some holy magic." She asks, before squeezing the flabs of his skin together. Probably an extremely uncomfortable move, but we're going off the rails here. Iosefka's hardly knowledgeable about how to heal people. She's just trying to do what others did in front of her.

The needle pierces the flesh, and Iosefka begins to slowly stitch the hole shut. With every prick there would be, perhaps, a bit of blood that would be drawn, perhaps from the wound being disturbed. She'd turn to the Anguill.

"Can you keep that wound clean? Wipe away with some water magic-- You're a Siren, aren't you?" She asks as she continues. The arduous sewing project goes on for quite some time as stitch after stitch is made into Seshu's chest. It was hardly professional... But by the time Iosefka was done, at least the hole was closed.

It'd help tide him over until the trauma kit could be applied by an actual doctor.
(Iosefka Coza)
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[22:55] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "I...I don't do holy magic, ma'am. But Order may do."
[22:55] Iosefka Coza says, "Well fuckin'-"
[22:55] Iosefka Coza exclaims, "Whatever!"
[22:55] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "I wanted to be honest."
[22:57] Ohtli moves into place beside the wolf boy at the Neries suggestion. She crouches next to where he lie, rolls up her sleeves, and extends her hand. Though one of them is made of mythril, both of them carry a soothing warmth to their touch.

It might not be holy magic, true to her word, but it has a similarly soothing influence. Perhaps it can entirely dull the pain, perhaps not, but if nothing else it might slow his heart-rate and put him more at ease so that Iosefka can more easily perform her impromptu operation.

"Your bravery's commendable, Seshu. You do the Spirits proud. Just rest and hold still and all will be well."
(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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[22:58] Aqea's quick to respond to the request, water finding it's way from the spiritual companion at his side to Seshu's wounds, untainted as it works to disinfect and generally cleanse any unhealthy bacteria therein. He sighs. "Certainly a hell of a fight. Staved them off long enough for a patrol to reach them, I think."
(Aqeadenah)
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[23:04] Lying on the grass, his head bobbled from side to side as he attempted to put what he saw into focus. Most blurred away by the suns presence. If not for his natural silence, the teen would surely be aching more visually in pain.

Rather, maybe it was the sudden aid of craftshold that allowed him to maintain some dignity.

Still like a statue, the tension his body had steadily eased with every passing second Ohtli's magic washed over him. Much like the sun, it brought his eyes to shut. A slow shake of his head when hearing her speak.

"No. . . Not yet."

Contemplating all his battles up until now, rituals and cries cast out to those above. What more was his missing?
(Seshu)
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[23:07] As the last of the suturing was done and Iosefka helped Seshu back up on his feet, she couldn't help but feel somewhat proud of her ability to not fuck up sewing a hole shut. She doesn't go the distance of dusting off the beast-man from laying in the grass, but she does give a reassuring grin.

She also holds a hand over his chest.

"Be careful until you can have a professional look at your chest-hole." She explains. "Bandages are recommended. Who did you say did this to you, exactly?"
(Iosefka Coza)