long time coming

There was no way for Halo to know that things were this bad. An urgent call had been made, yes. Urgent, but this was dire. She'd grabbed her tidy roll of important healer things, the kit that rested beside her door, and rushed off to see her patient but... but well, she wasn't expecting this. Hanako was crumpled, in overall rough shape. Halo's gentle eyes went wide, taking stock of the situation. "Hanako, can you tell me what happened?" Her words were soft, steps feather-light as she circled her patient. It would be important to keep her awake and answering questions, and Halo needed to know if there was further damage that she couldn't see.

Was she took weak for opium? From the looks of it, she was. Halo drew a tincture made from cannabis and a very, very minute amount of poppy from her bag. "I need you to drink this, it's going to help dull the pain," it would help dull it without completely depressing the nervous system. Dull the pain but not cure it, dull the pain but not take any unnecessary risks with Hanako's fragile consciousness. She poured a bit of the tincture into a shallow dish, mixing in some clean water before offering it to the her patient. "I need you to stay awake, please," while it's phrased as a gentle request, it's truly an order. As close as Halo ever comes to giving orders.

Her focus moves to the severely damaged tail, and Halo is grateful that the woman before her can't see just how grim her expression is. "I'm going to need to put some stitches in your tail, but we're going to wait for the pain medicine to take effect." Some stitches, well that was the understatement of the year, but there was a fine line between being honest and giving news that would likely be traumatic. To her side, Mister Raccoon was preparing the materials for suturing, seemingly well aware of the undertaking at hand.
"Halo"