Sugarboy mends Eagleheart after Soul Shattering Screech

[22:51] Taro lays Eagleheart down on the bed, placing his hood cloak and hammer to one side of the bed.
(Taro Wvelven)
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[23:00] Sugarboy would wait in the clinic with baited breath as wounded soldiers would flood in. He'd follow them up stairs to the main surgical room. Adjusting the arm band that identified him as a medic, he'd step forward.

"I'm so glad to see everyone back- you guys did your part, now let me do mine." He'd scan the room for whoever needed his assistance the most.
(Sugarboy)
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[23:28] Sugarboy would step over to Eagleheart as he was sprawled across the extra cots that were laid out in preparation for the many injured that were expected. He didn't seem to be conscious, but that didn't stop the new medic from talking to him.

"Hey there buddy- man this is weird.. Tables have turned.. I've laid in that bed one too many times, and it's always been you that's cleaned up my messes." He would laugh weakly as he began examining the older magi. Various cuts and lacerations from what Sugarboy assumed would only be from the war would be found across his body, but none of that should lead to his current condition..

"I guess it's finally time I returned the favor for ya, huh buddy? You were always there for me when I needed ya.. I just hope I can do enough for ya now." Beginning to work on the physical wounds Sugarboy could see, he'd begin by cleaning each and every wound with his water magic, washing out any dirt and debris, as well as dried blood.

He'd follow up with his hemomancy, forcing the blood to coagulate a little faster before applying an antiseptic to prevent infections before bandaging over them. It was nice finally being able to work in a real clinic- normally Sugarboy had to improvise in the field.

Eagleheart's condition didn't seem to be getting any better.. Sugarboy would take a stab in the dark and assume there were some occult forces at work. Reaching over for a needle, he'd fill it with some holy water he'd pull from the air and bless with his innate holy magic.

He'd insert it into Eagleheart's non-prosthetic arm. Pulling the needle out, he'd quickly bandage it. Holding his hand over where the holy water shot was put, Sugarboy would wave his hand slowly up and down Eagleheart's arm, allowing the blessed water to begin purifying him from the inside out.

He'd continue pushing it throughout the rest of his body, hoping it would do some good. He'd spend a lot of time purifying around his heart before moving up to his his head.

All throughout the procedure, Sugarboy would keep talking. Perhaps not for Eagleheart, but for himself.

"You know it's thanks to you I've been working so hard to protect people, right? Ever since I brought Haeresis in with that broken leg, I felt so.. Useless. Hanging out with Ep and getting in trouble way over my head, it really did a number to my confidence... But seeing you heal Haeresis, it helped me see there was more ways to help than just fighting and crusading.. You helped me along my path to be a medic..

It took me several years, and I lost myself along the way.. But I'm here, I'm back, and I'm gonna make sure that you get better" The excorcist's hands would begin to glow throughout his little ramble, healing holy energy would seep into Eagleheart's body from the inside and out.
(Sugarboy)

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[23:50] Eagleheart was only barely conscious through all of Sugarboy's work. Barely conscious, as in, he was very unconscious and couldn't even move or make any reactions -- His body was covered in a severe, burned scar, face exposed with porcelain melted over it due to the extreme energy that was put through him even.

The shot of holy water was enough to shoot a wave of vigor in his dying body, but there were complications likely from the act itself. Eagleheart's non-prosthetic arm was riddled with what looked like a severe case of poisoning, the blood that leaked out being mixed with what looked like vampire blood.

An acidic one that erupted in contact with his skin. Truth be told, every single sentence from Sugarboy wasn't responded. He was far too unconscious, far too unable to simply say anything. It did bring a slight smile to his face, perhaps a simple acknowledgement that he was glad to have helped.

But it was stopped by a forced cough, onethat shook him to the core -- As he started to cough up blood, the same mix of vampiric acid and blood within. He was, for a long while, poisoned -- And a closer look on his face would show that, indeed, it was spread through his body.

He wasn't only growing old. It was far worse than that. And the holy energy, as much as it cleansed poison at a minor scale and helped flux out everything... He was doing this to himself for years on end, and all it did was keep him alive.

It had been useful against the problems on his soul, scars of the Nethradin -- But not against the venom.
(Eagleheart)
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[00:21] Sugarboy's bright, ocean blue eyes would widen as he saw the acidic blook come forth from Eagleheart's coughing. Sugarboy recognized that blood, that vile venomous blood from the religious zealot he knew as Ceridor. Sugarboy had a matching bite mark on his shoulder, the same venom from the same vampire.

His hopeful smile would turn into a snarl. Even when he was dead, Draskovic found ways to ruin everything Sugarboy had been working towards. First he ruined what was supposed to be a lovely night with the love of his life, Euyitl, and captured him. Then he put forth the events that would lead to Sugarboy losing all of his memories, his emotions, /himself/. And now, just as Sugarboy was finally paying his dues to the man he owed so much, that damned vampire found a way to spit in his face again.

"NO. GOD DAMMIT. NOT LIKE THIS OLD MAN." Sugarboy would rush over, his blood was tainted, something that.. Shit, Ceridor had been dead for years now, and Eagleheart was still afflicted?

"Oh fucking hell! You just had to be the stoic knight in shining armor, Didn't ya Eagleheart? Why didn't you say something to someone.. Anyone!" He cursed under his breath. The venom would've eaten away at his tissues over the years, there was damn little Sugarboy could really do...

No! He had to try. He'd rush over and grab some bags of blood. He'd lace it with more holy water and some antivenom and begin a blood transfusion. Attempting to purge the infected blood and replace it with the cocktail he concocted.

Sugarboy would use his blod magic to attempt to accelerate the process, but suddenly something Eagleheart once said would ring out to him. Holy magic would only numb the pain, it didn't have regenerative properties.

The realization would break his heart. He'd slump into a nearby chair, pulling it beside Eagleheart's bed as he let the transfusion continue at it's normal speed. Tears would begin welling up in his eyes as he watched his hero slowly slipping away.

"I-I'm so sorry Eagleheart.. I... I did my best- I really did.." his voice would begin breaking down, as all he felt he could do was be there for him. He'd place a hand on his real arm, giving it a squeeze.

(Sugarboy)

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[00:46] Well, it seemed that the very poisonous blood that seeped in on Eagleheart was much direr than it looked like. He wouldn't die -- He wasn't even close to doing that, but he was surely harmed. Perhaps it was, in the end, simply age that made him get so affected by it.

Poison had its own way from being dealt with. Still, it was likely that Sugarboy went off on the fact that the repeated coughing caused Eagleheart to turn towards the side, seemingly... Vomiting a mixture of blood, poison and the like.

But he was panting, and conscious. Eyes were fluttering closed as he lied against the bed again, now slightly drenched in the black-red fluid of his curse and life...

But nevertheless, Sugarboy helped. He continued to seemingly cough and, at times, nearly choke with the expelled blood, but in the end, he rose a single hand.

"And..." He said, still struggling for breath. What kept him awake was... Merely the product of his own willpower, it seemed. Or, at least, he was barely awake -- The rest of him was enough to expose that.

"You did well. More than enough..." He said, before another hacking cough came. Truly, this could be his deathbed. But not today -- Or at least, not now. "It's important to... Value what you do. No matter how small."

He leaned his head back, and rested it against the pillow, seemingly... Going asleep.
(Eagleheart)
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[00:50] Kyrstina pads softly into the room and looks over Sugarboys work with a satisfied smile. "Well done, doctor. Let me clean up so that you can rest."
(Kyrstina)

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[00:57] The look of defeat in Sugarboy's eyes would quickly be erased as soon as Eagleheart finally spoke. He would stand to start cleaning up after Eagleheart, wiping away the vomit and blood and emptying the bowl he just filled.

Sugarboy would leave a glass of water and some tea with plenty of electrolytes in it for Eagleheart to drink when he woke up.

Sugarboy would stand from his chair and salute him with a smile, "Rest up big guy." He'd turn and go see if he could help anywhere else.
(Sugarboy)