a better day (not really)

Medusa · 01-31-2023, 01:02 AM

She had been working nonstop since she had won her challenge, making sure the injured members that were now under her car weren't going to die. Ghoul. Widow. Macabre. Two of them had managed to get themselves in a whole heap of trouble, and Widow had gone through a particularly straining and traumatic experience at such a young age. Granted, Medusa had been through the same experience, but hers had gone pretty smoothly and she had help from a kind healer from a pack she had never spoken to before. And of course, she had to keep them all in the same general area...or at least the ones that weren't doing well. So Ghoul, Macabre, and Widow, and her child, Morte, were housed in the Plains while the rest were restricted to a corner of the tar pits. Was it fair? She thought so. After all, she needed to keep an eye on the ones not doing well to make sure they weren't dying. And right now, it was time to check on the cow kid. He wasn't doing too well. He had been passed out when she and Nuru brought him to the pack lands after the challenge and put him in a den near her own so she could keep a good eye on him. She had splinted and bandaged his damaged leg and hadn't yet known what to do for his eye beyond dabbing at it with warm, wet moss. It took her a day or so to remember what she needed for infections, and it had finally come to her after a night of fitful rest. She had learned on her own through trial and error about different herbs prior to Habari, but healing had never really been her passion. It had been something to learn for her own survival.

She approached the den with an assortment of supplies for the trio, and Macabre was first on her list of patients to visit. Glancing up, she noticed he seemed to be finally stirring, and she cocked her head before depositing the supplies on the ground and set about grabbing what she needed. "Cow-boy is awake. Medusa put a splint and bandage on your leg. It's broken. Macabre's eye is infected, and...coughing." She paused what she was doing to glance at him, hearing the raspiness in his throat before she returned to digging around in her supply pile again. She first pulled out a wad of moss and turned just in time to find Nox walking in with a roughly carved wooden bowl with water. Nox set it down, and Medusa dabbed the moss into it and set it to the side before pushing the bowl closer to him. "Macabre should drink some water before Medusa starts working." She would wait until he was more...coherent before she filled him in on what happened while he was passed out.

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a better day (not really)

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