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.
“Why can’t you soldiers be more careful with your swords and spears” he mutters under his breath “How many times must I reattach limbs and sew up wounds”
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
“This will help with the pain, Miss” he soothes, smiling at her “Did you fall off your horse?”