Sprout in the Cracks [Elijah/Remus]
Nov 24, 2017 16:51:37 GMT -6
Post by Elijah on Nov 24, 2017 16:51:37 GMT -6
It was a terrible sound, the dreadful ring of a man who wailed in agony. Even through the thick wooden walls of a barn, the pained cries were enough to give the nearby townspeople a chill through their spines. Especially the young ones. One could only imagine how the sound would daunt even the bravest, hardened of men to hear it up close.
“I'm here, I'm here. Easy now...try to save your strength.”
Unfortunately for Elijah, he was one of the few to be in that position. He knelt before a man, propped up on a makeshift bed placed against the wall of the barn. Eli carried a bucket of water and a basket of bandages with a dry cloth atop of them, generously given by concerned townspeople from the village near the barn. Carefully, Elijah pulled the blanket off of the man's leg. He didn't even wince at the gruesome gash that had torn up the poor man's calf.
He'd...seen worse injuries in his time. Far more gruesome, far more cruel, and definitely more fatal. On top of that he'd seen injuries on a similar scale to this one many times over. Still, the discolouring around the wounded flesh was enough to make his stomach churn. Ordinarily only weapons tipped in some foul poison would leave a man's flesh looking like it had rotted in such a short span of time.
“I'm going to run some water over it with a cloth. Its been boiled, but its not too hot. Its preliminary cleaning.” Elijah spoke in a kind voice. He made sure to try and keep eye contact with the man, both to reassure him and to keep track on whether or not he was still conscious. The man's eyes had been shut tight to help him endure the pain, but he managed to open them to signal that he heard Elijah's voice. “I've got some for you to drink as well. You'll need it.”
Indeed, Elijah had also been given a tankard full of good water, which he had set next to the bandages and bucket. He lifted the tankard up and walked closer to where the man's head rested. Carefully, he brought the tankard to his lips and lightly poured water to man's lips. Eagerly the man drank it, as he balanced heavy breaths with borderline desperate gulps. “Tap the bed when you want me to stop.” Elijah stated, as he continued to allow the wounded man to drink.
After a few moments passed the man tapped the side of the bed, and Elijah pulled the tankard away. “Thank you...” The man's voice was hoarse and strained from his earlier screams. It was only a matter of time before his wound throbbed, and drew those same wails out from him once more.
Elijah gave the man a compassionate smile and nodded before he set the tankard down. As he moved to dab the cloth in the boiled water, a woman who had been attending to another wounded man had approached him from behind.
“I sent my daughter into town once more. We don't have any gifted healers here, but I want her to keep an eye out for anyone that could help.” She sounded tired, exasperated. "It gives her some time away from here, as well. No child should have to see wounds like this..." She had been running the barn as a makeshift infirmary since dawn, from what Elijah had heard. He'd only arrived a couple of hours before hand, the pained wailing enough for him to dismount the carriage that he had been traveling in and investigate.
Elijah didn't regret his decision at all. He was more than happy to help.
“And what about you?”
The brunette woman blinked at Elijah's question but gave no reply, so he continued; “You've been at it since the sun rose.”
“I'm...my sister is a member of the clergy. Nobody else in town knows enough to-”
Elijah shook his head as he began to dab the damp cloth against the wounded man's gash. “Even if only for an hour, ma'am, it'd be good for you to close your eyes. Get some rest. Send anyone willing and able in your place and I'll do my best to guide them. I'm no healer, but this isn't the first time I've had to clean and tend to wounds.”
The woman took a moment to let Elijah's words soak in, before she shook her head. “I appreciate that, and everything else you've done Elijah. But I'm fine, really. I'm just going to step out to...” She bit her lip before she continued. “Grab some flint, and a torch.”
Mhm. Boiled water alone wouldn't do for the wound this man had, or his wounded brother for that matter either. They were already infected and as far as Elijah knew, in the absence of a good staff and a better healer, heat and flame killed infection best. Before it spread and the poor man had to lose his entire leg. They couldn't let it come to that.
“All right. I'll be here, keeping an eye on them. Take care Mary.” Elijah spoke as the woman, Mary, left the barn in a hurry.
“I'm here, I'm here. Easy now...try to save your strength.”
Unfortunately for Elijah, he was one of the few to be in that position. He knelt before a man, propped up on a makeshift bed placed against the wall of the barn. Eli carried a bucket of water and a basket of bandages with a dry cloth atop of them, generously given by concerned townspeople from the village near the barn. Carefully, Elijah pulled the blanket off of the man's leg. He didn't even wince at the gruesome gash that had torn up the poor man's calf.
He'd...seen worse injuries in his time. Far more gruesome, far more cruel, and definitely more fatal. On top of that he'd seen injuries on a similar scale to this one many times over. Still, the discolouring around the wounded flesh was enough to make his stomach churn. Ordinarily only weapons tipped in some foul poison would leave a man's flesh looking like it had rotted in such a short span of time.
“I'm going to run some water over it with a cloth. Its been boiled, but its not too hot. Its preliminary cleaning.” Elijah spoke in a kind voice. He made sure to try and keep eye contact with the man, both to reassure him and to keep track on whether or not he was still conscious. The man's eyes had been shut tight to help him endure the pain, but he managed to open them to signal that he heard Elijah's voice. “I've got some for you to drink as well. You'll need it.”
Indeed, Elijah had also been given a tankard full of good water, which he had set next to the bandages and bucket. He lifted the tankard up and walked closer to where the man's head rested. Carefully, he brought the tankard to his lips and lightly poured water to man's lips. Eagerly the man drank it, as he balanced heavy breaths with borderline desperate gulps. “Tap the bed when you want me to stop.” Elijah stated, as he continued to allow the wounded man to drink.
After a few moments passed the man tapped the side of the bed, and Elijah pulled the tankard away. “Thank you...” The man's voice was hoarse and strained from his earlier screams. It was only a matter of time before his wound throbbed, and drew those same wails out from him once more.
Elijah gave the man a compassionate smile and nodded before he set the tankard down. As he moved to dab the cloth in the boiled water, a woman who had been attending to another wounded man had approached him from behind.
“I sent my daughter into town once more. We don't have any gifted healers here, but I want her to keep an eye out for anyone that could help.” She sounded tired, exasperated. "It gives her some time away from here, as well. No child should have to see wounds like this..." She had been running the barn as a makeshift infirmary since dawn, from what Elijah had heard. He'd only arrived a couple of hours before hand, the pained wailing enough for him to dismount the carriage that he had been traveling in and investigate.
Elijah didn't regret his decision at all. He was more than happy to help.
“And what about you?”
The brunette woman blinked at Elijah's question but gave no reply, so he continued; “You've been at it since the sun rose.”
“I'm...my sister is a member of the clergy. Nobody else in town knows enough to-”
Elijah shook his head as he began to dab the damp cloth against the wounded man's gash. “Even if only for an hour, ma'am, it'd be good for you to close your eyes. Get some rest. Send anyone willing and able in your place and I'll do my best to guide them. I'm no healer, but this isn't the first time I've had to clean and tend to wounds.”
The woman took a moment to let Elijah's words soak in, before she shook her head. “I appreciate that, and everything else you've done Elijah. But I'm fine, really. I'm just going to step out to...” She bit her lip before she continued. “Grab some flint, and a torch.”
Mhm. Boiled water alone wouldn't do for the wound this man had, or his wounded brother for that matter either. They were already infected and as far as Elijah knew, in the absence of a good staff and a better healer, heat and flame killed infection best. Before it spread and the poor man had to lose his entire leg. They couldn't let it come to that.
“All right. I'll be here, keeping an eye on them. Take care Mary.” Elijah spoke as the woman, Mary, left the barn in a hurry.