Get Hurt

A variety of curse words accompanied heavy breathing as she quickly made her way back to Mother’s Heart. Her heart was beating in her throat and her temples seemed to be pulsing. The fingers of her right hand were thoroughly pressing on the gaping wound on her left arm, trying to somewhat stop the bleeding, to no avail. The wound was too big and too deep. A hunt gone south. It wasn’t something that happened to her often. She had been taught to hunt from birth and her experience showed. Things hardly went wrong for her. Up until today.

Apparently, she had her eyes set on the same prey as another predator. She had been stalking a deer for the past twenty minutes, slowly but steadily closing in on the unknowing animal. It was right then and there that a feral puma entered the scene, flinging itself at the deer and after that, at her. The feral animal had managed to get one decent swipe at her, tearing its claws through the skin on her underarm. Blood started seeping from her and before the blood loss would hit her, she figured it was wisest to head back home. Quickly. Luckily, the animal decided not to follow her, instead focusing itself on its freshly killed deer. It was the perfect time for her to get away. As she walked, she felt light-headed. She felt cold and hot at the same time, she was sweating, yet shivering. As she neared the capital of Vanaheim, she made her way to the only doctor she could bring up to locate right now. Dr. Eideard Breckinridge. Breathing heavily, she entered his infirmary. “Doctor… I need a doctor,” she breathed, exhausted from running and from bleeding. Her arm sagged to her side, blood running down and dropping to the floor.

OOC; Eideard first!

Lucky for her, the waiting room of the infirmary seemed rather deserted, which meant she wouldn’t have to wait at all. Her good hand was loosely curled around the wound, trying to softly press into it to stop It from bleeding. It didn’t exactly help much. The wound was deep, seeping more blood whenever she tried to move her arm. There was no doubt it’d make a decent scar. She got rid of the remains of the leather bracer that’d been there before. The animal’s claws had torn it to shreds and it served no purpose any more.

As soon as she stepped in, the doctor hurried in. Arawn was breathing heavily, more from running here than from anything else, really. She tried to focus on the doctor himself, who told her she needed to lie down. She just nodded and let him help her. Usually she was less than welcoming towards people touching her out of the blue, but this time, she was willing to make an exception. With a soft hiss, she made her way to the examination table in the middle of the room and sat down. She didn’t dare remove her hand from the wound yet. “You can fix it?” she then asked. Not so much out of distrust of the doctor’s abilities, but more out of her own ignorance on the topic. She was no healer, although at times like these, it might have been useful.

Her knowledge on anything medical was… scarce, to say the least. She knew open wounds would have to be closed up as soon as possible to decrease the risk of infection. She also knew that putting pressure on the wound was supposed to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, that was approximately everything she knew. Mother’s Heart was a rather primitive place, if compared to its surrounding countries. Vanaheim mostly relied on craft and trade, which caused most people to pick up basic occupations like hunting, fishing, clothmaking and the like. Medical professionals were hard to find, especially ones that were genuinely good at what they were doing. Lucky for her, she knew just where to find one. Dr. Eideard Breckinridge, the man that the Commander herself would be sent to in case she got hurt.

The man immediately guided her towards his examination table, although Arawn figured that not much examination would be needed. After all, it was pretty clear what was ailing her. She took place on the table, her gaze fixated on her bleeding arm, feeling a little more at ease. Now that she was about to receive actual help, it was no longer a life-or-death situation. The pain was something she could handle. The doctor let her know he could fix it, to which she nodded. The blood loss had made her a little queasy, so it took a while for his words to actually sink in. He told her to lie down and relax, to which she quietly obliged. She had no problems with taking orders. Her head hit the table softly and she started noticing how light-headed she felt. Slightly faint, cold and hot at the same time. "I feel strange," she spoke, more quiet and less certain than the tone she normally used. Her vision grew a little blurry, although it didn't made her worry. He was taking care of her, after all.

Although she was no stranger to getting hurt, this wound was a little larger than what she had gotten used to by now. It was bleeding quite excessively and the road back had been long and difficult. Even though she’d tried to put pressure on the wound, she still had managed to lose a decent amount of blood. The effects of which she was feeling right now. A cold shiver ran up her spine, even though she was sweating. Nausea and light-headedness were quickly taking over most of her sensations and she could only partially make out the words the doctor was saying. He carefully took her arm, placing it above the rest of her body, said something and turned away. Arawn just nodded, barely registering the things that were currently happening. After some time, he turned back to her, telling her he was going to clean the wound. Arawn nodded again, then clenched her teeth and hissed as he poured the water over her arm. It had hurt more than expected, but she didn’t want to seem weak, so she bit through the pain. Her breathing had fastened in the meantime and she was pretty sure that most of the colour had drained from her face. Still, when he asked her if she was still with him, she locked eyes with him. “Barely,” she admitted, with a hoarse voice. Next, he started wrapping her arm with another cloth. “I can’t lose my arm,” she then decided to notify him, as if that wasn’t something he already knew. Still, she felt it was important to tell him anyway.