paixaorpg | Everything Is NOT Okay [Completed]

Character(s): Tris Chandler
Content: Hokai, Tris just got her ass beat by Larxene. ...So far, she's just sort of laying there. Yeah. D:
Setting: Niflheim! Still.
Time: Later at night.
Warnings: ...Blood. Unhappy Tris.

I don't want to die like this. After the initial panic of Larxene's approach had inspired, Tris had just lain there, trying to catch her wits and gather whatever physical strength she could muster to move. Unfortunately, Tris felt a bit like a noodle and had just about as much power to move. She knit her eyebrows, scowling as something else went wrong in her little world.

Sandry was trying to push her away. Understandable but nonetheless frustrating. Tris held onto the connection with all the strength she could muster. Don’t leave me here like this, Sandry. …Where… where are you, anyway? If Sandry were close by, maybe she could help, or get help.

Of course, if Sandry were nearby, it might attract the Evil Blonde Cockroach again. Tris closed her eyes, clutching at the… thing she had been given. She muttered, breathing heavily as she offered a few choice comments about her situation. This… did not look good.

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Gayle had been rather surprised by the earthquake having just got back from work, since she had decided to walk. Hands and knees, in the middle of the road. Not a pleasant experience, but something worth knowing. She had never experienced an earthquake before and was a bit startled. At least she had read about it somewhere and knew what it was, she decided.

Sometime later, as she snuck through rubble-filled alleyways to get to Niflheim gate. Gayle braced herself against the alley wall when she saw the black coat with blond hair heading toward the outskirts of Niflheim. ‘Not one of them,’ she mouthed, hoping the one wouldn’t see her.

When she knew the woman had passed she took a breath and forced herself to keep moving. There were people to take care of. She hugged her medical bag to herself. This was her calling. She was meant to help, regardless.

She dug through a pocket of her faux fur cloak, ending up with a bottle of Tylenol and a bottle of water, which surprised her. She had forgotten she had put them in the coat pocket.

When she reached the gate area, she saw the girl collapsed on the ground. She bent down to the girl, noting the knife wounds. She smiled gently, cautiously reaching one hand to touch the girl’s ankle to catch her attention without making her move too quickly and kick, and the other hand to press over the girl’s hand which was clutching the journal tightly, revealing exactly how much pain the young miss was in. “Miss? Do you think you can stand up if I help you? You can just nod or shake your head. It’s not proper to do this in such a wide open area, and it’s not healthy either there’s too much wind.”

Tris's hand twitched, a spark drifting sluggishly along a lightning braid. Oh, great. Tris could feel panic at the presence of another potential threat building up in the back of her mind. Tris couldn't muster a fight, and merely tensed.

She calmed, a bit, when she realized what the person was after. She shook her head, offering Gail a wry laugh. If I had saved some of my magic, I could stop the wind... Her hands curled tighter, jaw set.

A spark? There was an interested glance at the light drifting down one of the girl's braids. She felt the girl tense before she shook her head and laughed. She then watched her tense again. Why was the poor girl so defensive? She really didn't understand it. She frowned, "Well..." she glanced around. No one to be seen. And she didn't think she could pick the girl up. "Then I guess with some adjustments we can do this here and hope we don't become an open target."

She pushed the hood of her cloak back, listening the the girl's breathing as she looked through her bag, one hand still over Tris's. "Miss, breathe. Relax. If you're this tense, it's going to hurt a lot more than if you calm down."

She smiled, "Are you allergic to anything?" She flipped through a couple small bottles. "Any previous hospital stays?" She frowned; there was no need to ask the first two questions: What happened and what's wrong? It seemed obvious. A lot of physical trauma and at least some traces of psychological trauma. She was more concerned about the fact that the girl couldn't move at the moment, though. Since that might mean she hurt her spine and she should be at the hospital rather than being treated here.

She sighed putting down several bottles and other supplies in her lap, and bending over to hear the girl's response to her questions.

Relax? Tris closed her eyes, taking deep meditation breaths. The mage slowly relaxed, the pattern of breathing familiar and relaxing. Tris opened an eye, snorting softly at the woman's questions.

"Not that I know of," Tris replied to the first question. "And I've been to see healers before, but never for being this beat up..." Tris closed her eyes and sighed.

So this person was a healer? ...Well, wasn't that just her luck? She got beat up, and in a flash, there was a healer.

Gayle listened to the girl breathe and relax as she tried to figure out what anesthetic would work well in this situation. When the girl answered her questions in a grumpy, irritated tone, Gayle's lips twitched in amusement as she tried not to smile. A wounded tiger already? And I haven't even done anything yet. This was very different from her last foreigner patient, who had retreated inside himself when they were talking, barely saying a word. She resisted brushing the girl’s hair. The spark from before seemed to indicate she was some sort of……well, she wasn’t sure if witch would fit into the idea or not. But magic certainly did.

She glanced over one anesthetic and nodded to herself, preparing the syringe with the anesthetic. This one would probably work. It was one that would at least let her be asleep about an hour. Probably more than enough, she hoped. "I'm going to give you this to make you sleep, so I can work on this. You'll wake up a bit after I finish. And then you have a few options. I can bring you to a hotel nearby, or you can come and stay at my house, which is a bit closer. But, we can decide that afterward."

An hour was probably more than enough time, or just enough time. She smiled, "I need you to shift this arm. Can you try flipping it, palm up?" She tapped the girl's arm that was closest to her, waiting until she did, and then binding the arm to make the veins more visible, and giving her the anesthetic before waiting for her to fall asleep. When she was finally asleep, she prepared a needle and some sutures, carefully taking care of the layers of injury with different stitches. Near the bottom, a lot of continuous stitches, and as she got higher some of the stitches changed. She did an interrupted stitch for the top few layers, since that seemed to imitate the edges of the injury better. When she finished all the girl's injuries, she shifted, throwing all her materials into a sealed bag that would be thrown away a bit later.

She carefully wrapped a hand around the girl's ankle, to hopefully draw attention back and wake her up.

Tris made a grumbling noise at the back of her throat. Her back really hurt, and she really wished she could just go back to sleep. At least then she wasn't in pain. A spark flickered into being in her hair, a sign of Tris's annoyance with the world at large.

"Can't I just sleep?" she groused. It would mean she wasn't hurting as much.

Another spark, which resulted in a bit of an interested stare. She sighed, "I know it hurts. But, I can't leave you sleeping outside. Trust me, you don't want a cold on top of your injuries."

She smiled a little to herself, "I'm going to help you up and walk with you to my house. Then you can sleep in a bed, which I assure you is much more comfortable than the ground."

She shifted, carefully wrapping one of Tris' arms about her shoulders, her arm closest to her, wrapped around as a safeguard.

She stood up helping get the girl on her feet and began walking toward the houses on Promenade Terrace, half-dragging, half-walking a grumpy and out-of-it Tris, to her house. When she finally arrived, she shifted to get her key out of a pocket and open the door. She walked through the hall to a spare room near the kitchen.

She smiled, "Okay. Here's a nice warm bed." She lifted her up to get her onto the bed, which luckily wasn't that tall, and supporting her with pillows and blankets so that she was laying curled up on her side, which was a better idea to keep her from further straining her back. She also tucked a soft blanket over her and let her sleep. "Goodnight, miss."

Then she went to the closet and pulled down a blanket and a spare pillow went to sit in the loveseat in the corner of the room near the bookshelf. She'd stay there just in case.

Everything Is NOT Okay [Completed]

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