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 Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 6:58 pm
“No particulars, I’m afraid I don’t know enough about it beyond a few text book photos.” He admitted and offered the crudely wrapped hand for her inspection and assistance.
“I might take it if that won’t make you uncomfortable. I am rather fond of knowing things after all.” He offered a sort of Cheshire smile as he said that. He had so many papers to be sorted down in the rift, to be displayed and used in their new home in the Rift.
“I think there are enough rooms that we could make a rather passable Nursing station of sorts if we had enough people willing to learn. Someplace safe where lesser injuries could be treated and more serious ones assessed. It would help us keep good track of who was fit for duty, who might needed extra energy to heal… a great many benefits that would all stem from a little knowing.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 11:07 am
Nyasa made short work of the unfortunate wrappings, removing them quickly and efficiently so she could get a glimpse at the skin below. It seemed to be doing alright, but better safe thn sorry. She pulled out a spray bottle and shook it slightly to catch the General's attention.
" Antiseptic. Might still sting."
She sprayed down the wound, then applied a cream to help the healing along.
" I don't mind if you sit in." Nyasa said with a shrug. " I suspect you'd be a good student."
" A nursing station... I might be able to get some equipment for it. I'll have to look."
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 3:05 pm
He grimaced, hissing air through his teeth at the sharp sting of the antiseptic and tried hard not to fuss as she dabbed the cream at it. It was uncomfortable to say the least and General or not he was still 17 and feeling foolish.
“Thank you.” He said as she finished her administrations to the injury. “I’ll see if I can’t requisition you a space, that might be as good a place to start, maybe a few cots, I wouldn’t recommend leaving people in the rift but if someone ended up unconscious.”
“Thank you for entertaining the idea.” He nodded. “And for lunch.”
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