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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 19, 2013 14:44:24 GMT -5
The Maester looked at the young man for a moment, not unkindly, before handing him a wineskin. It was far from the finest vintage ever created but it was strong and right now sobriety was not a valued position to hold "Of course, northman. As you say" he replied. After Edric had gulped a few strong swallows of the wine he gave him a nod "Brace yourself. I will end this as quickly as I can".
The Maester pushed down on the man's forehead, forcing the two jagged edges of skin together and Edric's breath hissed out between his gritted teeth as the pain trebled intensity. With swift, sure strokes the Maester methodically worked the curved head of the needle between the flaps of skin, drawing the thread through behind him as he worked down and across the man's face right to left. After about ten minutes of work, he leaned forward and bit off (ooc: hygenic, eh?) the loose end of the thread and examined his work critically. The stitches were a touch ragged but the wound would heal and the scar left behind would be minimal. After a few years he doubted many would be able to pick it out unless closely looking for it.
He washed his hands in the cooling water his apprentice had left, rinsing the blood from them and washed the blood clean from the man's face. Bar the livid weal left by his work, the youth was as fair as he was likely to be for now.
"We're done for now but come back and see me in a few weeks. We'll be wanting those stitches removed to let your body finish up the healing" he shooed the young man up and towards the exit. "Go, go! I have many more patients to see to" he continued, already looking around the tent for someone else to assist.
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Post by Edric Stark on Sept 19, 2013 15:02:31 GMT -5
"Thank you," Edric called after him weakly and got up after his second try. Light-headed from the blood loss and wine, he brought his fingers to his brow, but decided against touching it. He put his hand on Havoc's back and steered out of the tent.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 19, 2013 15:59:49 GMT -5
Oswyn awoke groggily upon a cot tent, mind swimming and head ringing. He strained his memory, trying to recall what had happened. There was a charge...he had led the men through the castle gates...up the stairs...
He sat up with a start, wide awake now.
"Donal!" he yelled, hoping desperately his brother had not been slain by the man that send him tumbling over the wall. "Donal!"
The knight relaxed as he saw Donal snoring on a nearby cot, battered but clearly alive. It was at this point he tried to move his legs to stand.
"Maester!" he yelled with the same desperation he had before, now tinged with terror at the lack of feeling in his legs. "Someone get a fucking maester!"
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 19, 2013 16:19:39 GMT -5
After a few minutes, the harassed looking Maester was present at his bedside
"Ser Oswyn, isn't it?" he asked courteously "Would you care for some more milk of the poppy to help you sleep?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 19, 2013 16:25:13 GMT -5
He grabbed the master by his chain and pulled him in close, eyes full of rage and fear like a cornered beast and tone laced with menace.
"Do I look as if I want to sleep?" he asked savagely. "I'd rather walk!"
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 19, 2013 16:31:59 GMT -5
The Maester winced as the chains cut into his neck "You're alive, Ser. That is more than a lot of young men can boast today. I do not know how serious your injuries are, or whether they will ever be fully healed. Now, unless you plan on strangling me in the hope that my death restores your legs, please release me" he replied calmly.
ooc: I have no idea how serious your injuries are - has Smith given you any indication whether they are permanent or something you can rehab from?
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 19, 2013 16:35:19 GMT -5
He released the master begrudgingly, fear overshadowing fury. "Well do...something." he said, softer now, not accustomed to being in such a position of weakness. Because of your fall for a while you won't have feelings below your waist. It will slowly return over time. And since you are a big damn hero you will eventually be just fine. |
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 19, 2013 16:53:43 GMT -5
ooc: Ok Captain Tightpants!
"I intend to" he said more kindly "However, your friends had injuries which required my more immediate attention. Once you were stabilised and out of danger I moved onto them" he explained delicately.
As he spoke he massaged the knight's calves "You still can't feel anything in your legs?" he asked discretely, not allowing his voice to carry any further than the pair of them. A quick check showed that he could not. "Please do not allow yourself to become agitated by this, my lord. I have seen this before in others. Over time, some were able to regain their mobility and use...and some were not" his eyes looked away from him for a moment before returning to his face.
"Your part in this war may be done for now Ser, but your personal battles have just started. If you show the same courage and spirit you did when you scaled the walls and faced down your enemies, I am confident you will vanquish your current malady as well" he smiled reassuringly, trying to display a lot more confidence in the outcome than he truly believed. Right now what this man needed was hope. There wasn't a ring for it on his chain but it was a skill to be learned as much as any other. He squeezed Oswyn's shoulder - that much he did feel - and continued "I will arrange some exercises for you to do, to strengthen your muscles while your body recovers it's former strength"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 19, 2013 18:00:35 GMT -5
Oswyn said back on his cot, face in shock, as if he had been struck. He breathed slowly, attempting to calm himself, despite the prospect of potentially never walking again. No more battle, no more hunts in the Kingswood, no more riding the lists. He would be a knight only in name at that point and hardly a man at all.
He nodded at the maester's words, which sounded like little more than buzzing when compared to the silent scream echoing in his mind.
"Would you have a litter made up in the meantime?" he asked, his tone hollow.
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Hope you all are well and happy.