Doctors Orders
Uphir, wipes blood off his hands with a cloth, then mops his sweaty brow, he sighs, as another warrior is dragged in on a stretcher. His surgery was full as it was and he was exhausted. His nurse was also feeling the strain. It was this ridiculous tournament causing an influx of casualties, as the warriors trained harder than normal to make sure they were the best in combat.
âWhy canât you soldiers be more careful with your swords and spearsâ he mutters under his breath âHow many times must I reattach limbs and sew up woundsâ
He marches over to the most recent patient, notices it is a young female demon, her face is familiar but he cannot place it. She is clutching her left arm; her face is pale from mild shock. He hands her a small piece of dried Sanguine root to chew on
âThis will help with the pain, Missâ he soothes, smiling at her âDid you fall off your horse?â
Obsidian can barely think from a mixture of pain and shock. Her arm pulsates with pain, sending sharp daggers into her shoulder. She feels slightly nauseous and very fatigued.
She hears a gentle voice muttering but she canât make out what he is saying. Her vision is slightly blurred, due to the dizziness. The person the voice belonged to placed something dry in her mouth. It tastes rather bitter, but she notices that the sharp pains in her shoulder are turning into a dull ache.
The gentle voice speaks again, this time asking a question. His voice is a lot clearer but she still takes a few moments to process what he said. Once she had come to a conclusion on what he asked, she replied in a pained voice, not much louder than a whisper. âY-yes. I wasnât paying attention⌠to who was beside meâŚand then I remember being on the floor and now IâmâŚhereâ
Well Uphir knew little about horses, only that that the oneâs he had come across were always ferocious and with very bad tempers, so he avoided them when possible. He smiles again, doing his best to keep his new patient at ease
âI going to touch your arm in order to examine the injury, so it will likely hurt a little, so I need you to calm your breathing and continue to chew on the root. If the pain starts to get worse, i can give you more. Can I ask your name?â
âO-okay..thank you Sirâ she mumbles trying her best to focus on his voice. By the second the pain was turning into an ache, so whatever he gave her must have been working.Â
âObsidian. My name is Obsidianâ
âAh, you can call me Doctor Uphir or just Uphirâ he chuckles âI donât care for formal titles, Obsidian...well unless it is Lord Satan, of courseâ he clears his throat, going back to the matter at hand. His expert hands gently feeling his way from her wrist to her shoulder. Her lower arm is swollen, the rest is grazed from the fall. the arm hangs loose at her side.
His next task is too check her mental capacity, to make sure she has not sustained a head or neck injury. He hands her a parchment, it had a number of sentences written upon it
âPlease read the first sentence, Obsidianâ he instructs âThen blink slowly five times, after that, look up, look down and then side to side, understand?â









