Everything’s settled now, the baby’s with Dee and Sterling saved that one empty room for them. They’ properly sterilized the room with quick burning and cooling cleansing fire, the fae demon settled the farmer on the bed and settling their doctor bag on the side. It’s just business right, Barbor? Heal up the injured so they can be out and about sooner.
Bor set up a floating sigil glyph above her head to see what’s wrong with her thoroughly before they start patching her up. With that running they opened a maw door to their bunker to grab a bit more supplies, pain killers as well as other medication both magical and mundane.
First out of the diagnostic, appearing in whispering sigils, they spoke to Bor:
- Caro manducans bacteria
( mundanum medicamento suggesserant)
- sanguis damnum
- multa vulnera aperta
- fractum humero
They came back with the needed supplies while listening to the whispering glyph, hissing between their fangs while going back into the maw door. “Ah fuckin damn, gotta put back some of this stuff.“ But once they’ve got what they needed the demon headed right back to Max side, putting her on a antibiotic drip before anything else, needing her to be stable before they start with anything else.
Once the drip is going, they start cleaning out the wounds and stitching her back up. Small cuts and abrasions out side and under the clothes would be healed up with magic, so will be the shoulder, but they don’t wanna over use it and risk it damaging her further. Her torn clothes were poofed off into the bunker’s incinerator, and redressed with her own night gown.
For the blood loss they’re gonna hook her up to a blood pack leech, their antennae twitched around on their bloodied hands to get a sense of what type she could be before pulling out a bode leech to sit right next to her free arm. It was taking some time to latch on, which made Bor worry quite a bit. “C’mon, I know it’s elf blood is there too. I fed ya elf blood before, latch ya dumb foot ball...”
It did a little prodding before finally, after a good five to ten minutes of it being brought out, latched on and started slowly giving her the blood. It made a trilling and clicking noise as it did so, mainly when Barbor gave it a gentle pat on it’s head.
“There... Ya should be good and stable now. Fucking hell Max, are you fighting owlbears again, shit-..”
