Thread: Drowning in Sin (heartlesskitten x Kuro)

He was going to have his hands full with this one, he could already tell. He forgot his anger when he saw the blood drip down from the priests mouth. Seems your lung was stabbed. He reached over and pushed his hand hard against the wound. Do you hear that wet, squishing sound? Tis your breath leaving your lung from the wound. He smirked. So yes, I do need to plug it with my fingers for now. A penetrated lung was serious though and he could not do this by himself. He turned and started banging his free fist against the wall of the cabin. A few moment's later the door opened and a young man with barely a bit of scruff on his face looked inside. Is something wrong? Are you doing anything of importance out there? Vigi asked the lad with a frown. Um, no. Good, come here. You are going to learn a fair bit of medicine. The fair faced man huffed and motioned him in with a crook of his finger. I need help keeping this stubborn mule alive. The young warrior's eyes widened and he looked between the giant man on the bed then at the seidrmadr with unease. I-I, Get in here. Vigi ordered, his face hardening as his amusement faded. Jumping the young man shut the door and quickly rushed over to the bed. See where I have my hand? I need you to press down here. The boy nodded and once his hands were in place Vigi had to go dig through his belongings to find what he needed. After digging around in a few boxes, he founded what he was looking for a hallow reed and a very small knife. Help me get him to his side, facing me and keep your hand on that wound. Carefully the two of them rolled the man onto his side and Vigi moved his arm up by his head so it was out of his way. Do not move that arm. He ordered the priest in his language. I already have the boat rocking, I don't need you moving and making this harder. He unsheathed his saex and started cutting away at the ugly robe so he could get to the ribs. What are you doing? The boy asked with wide eyes while Vigi set a bowl on the bed then took up the reed. His lung is filled with blood. Vigi answered simply, holding up the small knife. We are going to drain it. Sven turned around hearing a loud bang and watched as Snorri, a young man on his first raid, run out of Vigi's cabin, to the side of the ship where he began to vomit. He had been hearing screaming from inside of the cabin, but as it was not Vigi he had ignored it. However seeing the young lad rush out like that made him curious. Frowning Sven headed into the cabin and ducked down a bit to fit through the door. What's going on in here? He asked. Vigi looked up from where he was finishing sewing up the original wound after, flecks of blood on his pale face and some staining the ends of his hair. Though that was nothing compared to his hands. They were completely encrusted with the Christian's blood. I don't think that lad is meant to be a raider, he took off in a fit when I asked him to dump this bowl. Vigi huffed, nodding his head to the bowl that was filled with blood and other fluids. Will you do it for me? It smells. He muttered, turning back to stitching up the skin. There. He cut off the loose thread with his knife and rinsed his hands off in a pot of sea water. Rubbing them dry he took out a piece of honey comb and crushed it in his hand so he could smear it over the wound and the cut he had made in the man's ribs. He muttered softly under his breath as he wrapped the wounds with bandages after washing his hands again. Sven scowled down at the large figure of the priest but stepped forward to pick up the bowl. Yes, the boy is the son of the carpenter. Seems he might handle carving up wood better than carving flesh. Vigi hummed in agreement and stood up when he was finished, arching his back as he stretched. Put the glare away, your face will get stuck like that. He's going to live. He reached down and brushed some of the unconscious man's hair from his sweaty forehead. He's quite handsome when he isn't running that mouth. Sven snorted and stepped outside to hand the bowl to one of the passing men. Without an explanation he retreated back inside and shut the door. Is that why you insist on keeping him? He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Vigi looked up at him with feign innocence. What do you mean? Stop. Sven rolled his eyes and Vigi dropped the look to grin. You know that two men laying together is forbidden to them. Not just the one on that is submissive. Oh? Vigi asked, intrigued as he had not known this. This'll be fun then. He chuckled, placing his hands palm flat against one another in front of his lips. But believe it or not, that isn't the only reason I want to have him. He looked back down at the motionless man, save for the rising and fall of his chest. I think he'd make a valuable asset with things the way they are back home. Sven frowned and stepped further into the cabin. What are you talking about? Vigi raised his eyes to his brother and mirrored his frown. Surely you are not so blind. With each passing day I feel the Jarl growing angrier and angrier. He hates the mere sight of me. Vigi, Sven sighed, bringing up his hand to rub over his face tiredly. I think you are... He trailed off as the slim man began to glare at him. I don't think it is...as bad as you believe. Vigi made a scoffing sound deep in his throat and turned away. I do not expect you to understand. You are the perfect son, after all, the one he respects and loves the one that turned out the way he wanted. He crossed his arms over his chest. I need to wash this blood off me, please leave. He said icily. He could feel anger and frustration radiate from Sven. He heard him breathe out like an angry bull then the door to the cabin opening before slamming shut. Sighing Vigi forced his shoulders to relax and sat down on the edge of the pallet. He put his elbows on his knee's and leaned forward to rest his forehead in his hands.