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Rosemary hovered over the ground, weaving around the sickbeds and their loved ones until she found Sherbet and Boots. Fortunately, their captain’s wounds weren’t anything terribly serious. However, she appreciated both his and his mate’s patience while she tended to the more urgent cases. Rosemary tried to smile in greeting, but the sage achieved little more than an upward twitch of her mouth.
“No change since triage, right? Torn scruff, various scratches, and broken claws, right?” She spoke aloud for reassuring them as much as reminding herself. “If there’s been any new pain or symptoms, let me know now.”
As she talked, the sage telekinetically pulled the surgical sewing kit from her satchel. With her paws, she disinfected the torn scruff and the scratches along his body. She would’ve given him anesthetics like poppy seeds or alcohol, but… with Sherbet’s mental state, she couldn’t completely disregard the possibility he had other injuries and wasn’t aware of them. If she knocked him out with meds while he had internal bleeding, she’d never forgive herself.
“This’ll take just a tick, I promise,” she said. Before she finished her sentence, she already began telekinetically stitching up his torn scruff.
“Calypso, if you could fetch more bandages and a metal tin painted gold-–means it’s the goldenrod ointment—while I stitch him up, that would be fantastic.”
[/td][/tr][/table]“No change since triage, right? Torn scruff, various scratches, and broken claws, right?” She spoke aloud for reassuring them as much as reminding herself. “If there’s been any new pain or symptoms, let me know now.”
As she talked, the sage telekinetically pulled the surgical sewing kit from her satchel. With her paws, she disinfected the torn scruff and the scratches along his body. She would’ve given him anesthetics like poppy seeds or alcohol, but… with Sherbet’s mental state, she couldn’t completely disregard the possibility he had other injuries and wasn’t aware of them. If she knocked him out with meds while he had internal bleeding, she’d never forgive herself.
“This’ll take just a tick, I promise,” she said. Before she finished her sentence, she already began telekinetically stitching up his torn scruff.
“Calypso, if you could fetch more bandages and a metal tin painted gold-–means it’s the goldenrod ointment—while I stitch him up, that would be fantastic.”
PEACEFALL
peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?