‘I’ll be back before you know it,’ she says. A most reassuring statement most definitely, if only Jackie was capable of actually keeping track.
In truth, she’s not entirely sure at what moment Mags even leaves.
For even before the door has slipped closed behind her, has the female’s thoughts already drifted. Onto a higher realm of sorts, where she wasn’t quite so anxious, wasn’t quite so faced with the possibility of an immediate failure. Where she wasn’t quite so tethered to the trembling threads of reality that churned within her something awful, as she’d endeavored instead to shift her focus and attention to the mangled body under her care; lithe fingertips cradling along blood soaked limbs, an attempt to gradually shift the hulk of a man into a far more comfortable position – whilst actively trying not to think of the realistic mortality rate of him bleeding to death on her living room couch.
And though she may not know the exact moment that Mags leaves, she’s definitely not about to spend her precious next few moments counting down the seconds and the minutes to wait for her return, on the vague chance that she might pull up with some kind of godforsaken miracle. No, no, no, she had to pull her own weight here, she had to pull her own weight now – and even though she was no healer by any means, she had to presume she was capable of doing something helpful at the very least, right?
Ah, well — that was the dearest hope, in any case.
And it’s what prompts her into moving before she can stand to think otherwise, what prompts her into doing at the very least whatever she could with whatever resources she had available – to overall just doing whatever she thought would be best.
And her crimson tipped digits would remain gentle, even as they go to brush softly along his chest - a whispered hush between her lips as he’d twitched, a soundless apology as she went to find exactly which was the absolute worst of his wounds. A somewhat difficult task to be sure, considering his whole chest was a mangled mess even worse than anything she could have ever imagined, but someone had to do it.
—- and she’d thought she’d seen the worst of these things, once upon a time.
And pert brows narrow at she comes upon what seems to be the largest gash bleeding most severely - from where it’d looked like a whole claw had been gouged into his gut - stray hand shifting towards a moist towelette, now dabbing at the blood; attempting to ignore how quickly it stained red, how little the fabric seemed capable to adequately clean. And how quickly does her hand turn to the water bowl, to wring out the worst of the liquid, only to return to dab at the largest of the gashes once more - to repeat the process. Again, and again,
The ruddy surface of the water reflects her strained visage in a way that makes her chest squeeze if she so much as chances a stray glance downwards.
It makes something inside her catch, her vision tunneling in a way that terrifies her —
But she can’t linger on the thought.
Mags crouched and set the bag of supplies down, beginning to pull out what she had gathered. Small jars clinked; little bags rustled. Her focus stayed on Kav all the while, assessing her next steps, and knowing she had to be quick about it. Which meant that the outburst from the other woman and the glare from her only gave Mags pause for a moment before she resumed her work.
She laughed in that moment; it bubbled out so genuinely and unexpectedly that there was no chance of stopping it.
This dire situation was absolutely not funny…
And yet, she continued to laugh a little to herself as she opened small containers and jars and put them down. She grinned and gave a slight shake of her head in bemusement.
Of course, the idiot tried to get up. She could imagine it all so clearly, even predict the grumble that would have come from his currently busted lips.
But she could not have predicted the irritated reaction his effort had gotten from the human. Although, perhaps she should have, she thought.
Again, it crossed her mind that Kav would like this woman; this human with her slight frame holding such a strong personality. Oh, he might not ever admit it or even notice it, but it would be the truth. This little human had claws in her own right, and that was something the Alpha would respect, even if she pushed his buttons ( or perhaps especially so ).
And what wouldn’t Mags give to see the two riling each other up…. Of course, there was a chance it would backfire horribly, ( it would be like putting two bombs in a room and waiting to see which would go off first and how big the explosion would be ) but that could be fun too.
Only…he had to live in order for that to happen. They had to save him.
…Or maybe not ‘they’ exactly.
Oh yes, what an idea. With someone like Kav, the pull of the life-debt would be near impossible to resist…Maybe it’s ancient binding had already started when the human had made the decision to haul the Alpha’s ass to her home.
Might as well make it a sure thing…
Mags kept her head turned down, dark curls shifting in front of her face and concealing the devious smile she could not stop.
She withdrew a small plastic bowl and spoon from the bag, and with efficient movements, she tipped an assortment of herbs and liquids into it, along with a jar of rich soil. She mixed it into a paste and adjusted herself towards Jackie.
“Here, I know it looks gross and seems wrong, but put this in a thick layer on the worst wounds. It’ll stop the bleeding and start the healing better than anything.”
It would do the trick alright; the natural elements would always come to the aid of a creature of nature, such as Kav was.
Mags appeared to lose her balance in the next moment, one hand going forward to brace lightly on Jackie’s shoulder. As she gave a quick apology and moved back, she took a loose strand of purple hair with her, tucked discreetly in her hand as planned.
“I’ll work on something for the poison now, gimme a minute.”
She shifted back to her array of ingredients and pulled a second bowl from the bag. The hair was subtly placed in the bowl, along with a few leaves from various plants. She plucked a small, leather bag from the pocket of her jacket and tipped the crystals inside onto the floor beside her. Black, red, clear, turquoise, purple, their vibrant colours caught the light.
The obsidian stone became her choice, it quickly warmed in her hand she flowed an invisible trickle of magic through it and used its rough edges to grind up the leaves.
Putting the crystal down once satisfied, she reached over to the red tinged water Jackie had been using. She grabbed the bowl with care and tipped a good measure of its contents into her own bowl before returning it to Jackie’s side.
Perfect. But what else…what else…
Her eyes ran over what she had available and she chose the hunk of amethyst, a wry smile touching her lips for a moment. She tossed the crystal up lightly and caught it again before using it to swirl the mixture inside the bowl. Allowing her eyes close, she sunk into herself once more as she continued to stir.
Magic swelled in her chest with a familiar warmth. With a thought, she channelled the energy through her body to the hand grasping the amethyst, lips beginning to mutter beneath her breath in an ancient language.
After several moments, she stopped and opened her eyes, a faint glow fading from them as the touch of magic receded.
“Done,” she said, grin jumping to her lips as she looked to Jackie.
She rose and held the bowl out for her to take, knowing full well what her actions might do, “He needs to drink this. It’s going to reverse the poison.”
And put him in serious debt to you~
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