aviiatrix :: river // a nest of issues
♘ ― she’s quick to give her damaged arm up so liana can have access to the gashes, but she shifts awkwardly in her seat as she’s being examined. river has been injured by one before. not as badly yet enough to leave their presence behind, seared into her pale skin as if to leave her a token of their memory. tokens she would rather not have, but telling a deathclaw no like it’s a dog doesn’t go the way one would hope.
❝ uh… big eggs? big momma? large, angry momma? kinda messy. could’ve been tidier. smelled horrible too. ❞ river flashes her a smirk, but as she continues her description becomes more genuine. ❝ it was near the edge of the glowin’ sea. i was just tryin’ ta’ find supplies and i ran right into it at the wrong time. i’d hate ta’ be around when they hatched. those fuckers are still awful when they’re young. ❞ her nose scrunches with distaste.
❝ there’s one near lynn woods that ain’t so mean, but it’s still the furthest thing from cute and cuddly. guess that one started ta’ raise my standards. ❞
Deft fingers unwind the bandages already soaked through; efficient but not without delicacy as Liana discards the bloodied rags. She does retain a few things from her days inside Vault 101: and the hours she’d spent watching her dad tend to the everyday bumps and bruises of her fellow dwellers is one of them. The wound is bleeding sluggishly: the flow looks heavy but it’s slow, nothing to necessarily panic about. Still, Liana knows how dangerous deathclaw wounds can be.
“This is gonna hurt,” is her only warning before she stabs the stimpak into River’s shoulder. Okay, maybe slightly less delicacy. “Sorry.”
She uses her foot to kick open her backpack; and leans down with her free hand to rummage blindly for her med-kit. “The babies are dangerous enough,” she admits, “but they’re only cannon fodder. Take them out from a good distance, and the mother goes crazy. It’s the Alpha you have to look out for; there’s a reason that one leads the pack.”
Four deep enough gashes, but no bone exposure. To her best guess – and given the fact River’s in pain – no nerve damage either. Even luckier, it seems to have missed any major blood flow through the arm, although River likely never would’ve made it back if that had been the case. And yes, she may have just said all of that out loud.
“Of course,” she speaks up, returning to the topic at hand, “most of this advice relies on NOT GETTING TOO CLOSE to a deathclaw nest.” She looks pointedly at River, but there’s a humoured tilt to her lips.