The moon hung low in the sky as Ceilia clutched her book and a small package under her arm, slipping quietly into the night. The Grindstone tournament was over and the spectators and participants had been trickling away. She had been invited by her beau to come and watch him participate in combat, something she disliked at the best of times. She despised combat and the thought of watching her love willingly participate in it turned her stomach, but she went because he wished it so.
Once there, however, she found the need to busy herself. Never one for relaxing, she offered her services as a medic and they gladly took her. It was chaos... the clashing of weapons on armor and shields, the people fighting, the cries of pain. Dark memories flooded her, but she fought them down. None died here. Not like the other place. Here she tended to winners and losers alike; none were put to death for losing.
She dodged fights, weaving in and out amongst the combatants. This she was familiar with.
A call for a medic and a badly injured Roegadyn lass. Her opponent and he who called for aid stayed no longer once Ceilia arrived. The Hyur tended her, staying the blood that gushed from her wounds. The thought for the opponent's welfare crossed her mind but briefly. Surely if he had been injured he would have stayed. The woman was tended to, her wounds closed... still there was something... a wound of the mind perhaps, but beyond Ceilia's ability at that moment. The woman's friend was there and taking her into his care and others needed tending. Ceilia saw her off then resumed her duties.
Wounded arms and bruises. Slashed hips and cracked heads. And everywhere around her the din of combat and the crowd.
A furor, a man collapsed, but was immediately surrounded by other medics. She did not see him, but she trusted them to tend to him while she watched for others in need.
Elimination matches continued; her love made it to the fourth round before losing to the eventual tournament champion. As the battles died down, she joined him on the sidelines, though remained watchful in case she was needed.
It was there she saw him again, the Roe's opponent, the collapsed man collapsing again. Healed of his wounds, but suffering from extreme blood loss. Her stomach knotted tightly and her heart dropped. Guilt overwhelmed her. She'd missed him. He could have been dead because she missed him. She'd failed to recognize the extent of his injuries and stop him when he'd summoned her for the Roegadyn woman earlier. He'd left, yes, but she should have recognized something was wrong... why didn't she?
Her failure to recognize his injury and treat him could have cost the man his life. She'd failed to triage properly. She'd failed as a medic. She'd failed as the only thing she'd been trained to do her entire life and it shook her.
She tried to apologize, then plead, then argue with him, but he did not understand. She left, walking away into the darkness, lost in her own thoughts.
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Once there, however, she found the need to busy herself. Never one for relaxing, she offered her services as a medic and they gladly took her. It was chaos... the clashing of weapons on armor and shields, the people fighting, the cries of pain. Dark memories flooded her, but she fought them down. None died here. Not like the other place. Here she tended to winners and losers alike; none were put to death for losing.
She dodged fights, weaving in and out amongst the combatants. This she was familiar with.
A call for a medic and a badly injured Roegadyn lass. Her opponent and he who called for aid stayed no longer once Ceilia arrived. The Hyur tended her, staying the blood that gushed from her wounds. The thought for the opponent's welfare crossed her mind but briefly. Surely if he had been injured he would have stayed. The woman was tended to, her wounds closed... still there was something... a wound of the mind perhaps, but beyond Ceilia's ability at that moment. The woman's friend was there and taking her into his care and others needed tending. Ceilia saw her off then resumed her duties.
Wounded arms and bruises. Slashed hips and cracked heads. And everywhere around her the din of combat and the crowd.
A furor, a man collapsed, but was immediately surrounded by other medics. She did not see him, but she trusted them to tend to him while she watched for others in need.
Elimination matches continued; her love made it to the fourth round before losing to the eventual tournament champion. As the battles died down, she joined him on the sidelines, though remained watchful in case she was needed.
It was there she saw him again, the Roe's opponent, the collapsed man collapsing again. Healed of his wounds, but suffering from extreme blood loss. Her stomach knotted tightly and her heart dropped. Guilt overwhelmed her. She'd missed him. He could have been dead because she missed him. She'd failed to recognize the extent of his injuries and stop him when he'd summoned her for the Roegadyn woman earlier. He'd left, yes, but she should have recognized something was wrong... why didn't she?
Her failure to recognize his injury and treat him could have cost the man his life. She'd failed to triage properly. She'd failed as a medic. She'd failed as the only thing she'd been trained to do her entire life and it shook her.
She tried to apologize, then plead, then argue with him, but he did not understand. She left, walking away into the darkness, lost in her own thoughts.
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Rhianna Oruissi
Order of the Raven's Eye
Order of the Raven's Eye
Quote:Rhianna Oruissi slips a cupcake into Nylesa Tou's pocket.
Nylesa Tou >> why you sneaky baker...
