Thread: The Witch and the Alchemist (closed)

Landon's mind worked furiously as they walked through the crowd and out of the meeting hall. He was thinking of all the things he'd need to do to fix her back and he was analyzing the step by step process. Well, of course, first he'd have to take a look at it to find out the exact problem, but he thought he had an idea of what had happened. Even as he worked through it he noticed Dorelia was talking and her tone of voice made him look at her sharply. She was very weak and tired they needed to hurry. But he smiled at her and nodded reassuringly. We're almost there, he said to her in an encouraging tone. Just hang on, alright? Abigail gave him a worried look as she supported the girl's weight while they walked, but he ignored it. They were going to make it. Couldn't she just trust him for once? He let out a breath of relief as they entered the hospital doors but Abigail let out an exclamation of surprise as the girl fell in her arms. Lan was instantly there, swooping her up, cradling her in his arms as he rushed to the medical wings. Abigail! he shouted to the woman hurrying along beside him. Get me some bandages, the blood tubes, and some oil of Thyme and hurry! She faltered a bit at that, but ran off to do his bidding. This was no time to argue or pussy foot around his decisions. In the room with all the beds, Lan set her down on a pallet, gently putting her over on her front. He ripped open the back of the dress, the blood soaking the fabric dripping down his hands as he gripped it tightly and the light dress tearing easily in his hands. Most of the whip marks on her back had all opened and her skin was covered in blood, the wounds still oozing forth red liquid. Quickly, methodically, he undressed her torso, leaving her skirt over her lower half but taking her arms out of the dress so he'd have room to work. His feet carried him across the room lightning fast to the nurses station where the bucket of water still was. Behind the small counter there, he got some rags and brought all of it over to the bed where the girl lay. Then he proceeded to clean her back of the blood as Abigail came running up with the supplies he'd asked for. Directing her about to help him, Lan used the Thyme oil to spread into the wounds, as an antiseptic and then had her apply the bandages with him. He had Dorelia in a semi sitting position as Abigail wrapped strips of cloth around her torso to keep the bandages in place. It wasn't much, but it would stop the bleeding. He cursed aloud as he took the long plastic tube from the bedside chair where she'd set it. He had to work fast, and he'd already took enough time as it is. She'd lost a lot of blood. Abigail frowned at his use of language and what he was doing as he started to roll up the sleeve of his blood stained shirt. Don't look at me like that, he said to her as he pushed the clothing up his arm as far as it would go. She needs this. With the tube in hand, and using the crude needle on either end of it, he hooked himself up to the girl's arm and began to give her his blood. Now all they could do was wait and Lan took a seat in the chair next to the bed, watching the girl intently. Abigail looked on with trepidation in her eyes. He'd tried the tubes before but something had been wrong with the blood he'd given and the person had died. She watched Lan with sad eyes, knowing that if there was another way, he'd have done it, but still she worried that the same thing as before would happen. He glanced at her and saw the look on her face and looked away. He remembered what had happened too. Sighing heavily, Abigail moved forward to tuck the girl into the blankets on the bed. They'd have to worry about redressing her later as it was too risky to move her right now. As it was, the strips of cloth that wrapped around her covered her breasts, but her shoulders and arms were completely bare. Abigail pulled the blanket up around the girl's chin to cover her, all except for the arm that Lan had the tube attached to. Then she nodded and said, I'm going to go get a new gown for her. And she bustled away from the room unhurried. As he sat next to the bed, Lan's eyes took on a weary cast and he ran a hand through his hair, cradling his head in worry. Please, let her live. Please, let the blood work. he thought desperately. After all that hard work just to lose her, it would weigh heavily on his heart to say the least.