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“tired?” (from sansa?)
@packsurvivcs
hearing her speak, the maester snapped back to attention - at least, to the absolute best of his ability. the quick head movement made his knees buckle and his vision blur, and he had to grab the arm of the watchman next to him to keep from just losing consciousness right there, but he managed to stay upright, albeit barely.
“sorry, lady sansa. I, ah. excuse me, I haven’t slept in days.“
the trek from eastwatch to castle black had been excruciatingly cold and brutal, and then from castle black to last hearth after that, and then finally from last hearth to winterfell, and with syriss as the only maester - he hadn’t had the time to sleep, let alone the will to combat the nightmares.
“I swear I’m not drunk.“
tired?
@alordnamedsnow
“to be honest, Lord Commander, I’m so far beyond exhausted that I’m not entirely certain I’m AWAKE.“
unable to focus on the man in front of him, syriss widened his eyes as much as he could and blinked a few times, trying to wake himself enough to hold a conversation. as a medical man, the maester knew he really should go to sleep; but as a young man who’d waded through the aftermath of multiple battles with the undead, he had absolutely no interest in closing his eyes ever again.
finally, he managed to steady himself enough to lock eyes with jon (at least, as far as he could tell). “do you know how ridiculous it is to be a FRONT-LINE MEDIC in a war where every patient you lose jumps right back up off the table and tries to eat you?“
Send “tired?” to notice my sleep-deprived muse nodding off
packsurvivcs·:
“There are other people who have it far worse than I do, a maester should be focusing on them” she countered as she flinched at the feeling of his fingers on her skin. She threw a withering look at her sister who merely nodded and motioned for her to allow to be healed. She flinched at the contact against her throat which still hurt, and she was certain that the bruise would take ages to fade. “Don’t call me that” she snapped at the title, which earned her a look from Sansa, and she sighed, “It’s fine, it just hurt to talk”
“right. I’ll treat everyone else when I’m done with YOU ; I’m just going down the list.“ he rolled his eyes at the comment on her title and held his bloody hands up in a mock-surrender gesture. “yes, talking will be difficult for a few days - don’t be CONCERNED if you lose your voice by tomorrow, it’ll come back. and keep the ice on it, it’ll heal faster and won’t swell as much. same for your eye.“ with a quick glance at a few of her more visible scrapes, the young maester quirked an eyebrow and sat on the edge of her cot. “if you don’t have any other INJURIES to report, can you tell me how’s it looking out there? nobody’s given us any sort of update since the CRYPT got lively. did we win yet?“
The injured and the healers. Sentence starters. (possible triggering content)
(injured)
“P-Please help me. It hurts”
“It seems I’ve died and gone to heaven those wound were worse than I thought. At least I have a pretty angel by my side. Hello angel”
“I-I’m fine. Just a flesh wound or okay a few flesh wounds”
“I can’t look. How bad is it? No wait,don’t tell me”
“Ow, ow don’t touch it!”
“Do you know how to properly care for the injured? You just don’t look very qualified, no offense”
“DOCTOR. I NEED A DOCTOR”
“I- I can’t feel anything. Why can’t I feel anything?”
“This can’t be happening”
“Thank you for helping me. Thank you so much”
“Sorry I think that’s my blood”
“You really are an angel. Thank you for saving me”
“It appears that I’ve been impaled but that’s okay. You should see the other guy”
“I just need some ice. A lot of ice”
“I can’t really sleep with all these bandages, very constricting”
“I was supposed to protect you and here you are saving me. I’m sorry”
“I don’t feel too good”
“WHY IS THE ROOM SPINNING?”
“How can you tell if you have a concussion?”
“You’re so gentle, no wonder you’re a healer”
“I NEED HEALING”
“Oh. I really hope that’s not my leg”
“Please stay awhile longer. I’m still be bit shaken”
“You’re not very gentle with the injured. OUCH”
“I want someone else to take care of me. You’re terrible”
“You’ve done enough stitching. Stop it”
“Wow. It doesn’t hurt at all. You’re incredible”
(The healer:)
“Please, I just want to help you”
“You’re hurt, come here!”
“Stop moving, it’ll only make it hurt more”
“It’s okay shhh i’m here”
“Does it hurt when I touch it”
“Don’t move, you’ve lost a lot of blood’
“Don’t get up, you hit your head really hard”
“I’ll make the pain go away, just hold on”
“How are you feeling? You’ve been out for days”
“I thought you were dead when I found you. You’re lucky to be alive”
“You need to stop being so reckless I’m tired of crying over you. This is like the tenth time you’ve almost died in front of me”
“Stop hurting yourself”
“Please, I can’t lose you”
“C’mon, wake up. You’re okay now”
“You’re not dead, silly”
“What you did was very brave, stupid but brave”
“I’ll scold you when you’re healed up, okay?”
“Want me to kiss it better you big baby?”
“I’ll stay with you. I’m worried your wounds might open up again”
“What, not even going to thank me for saving your life?”
“No, no. You don’t have to pay me”
“I’m a doctor!”
“You’re going to be okay.”
“You poor thing, who did this to you?”
“Shhh, save your breath. I’ll take care of you”
“Healing is kinda my thing”
“Next time you’re hurt don’t expect me to help!”
“DON’T YOU DIE ON ME, YOU HEAR ME (NAME)”
𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 / 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵.
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@packsurvivcs // x
“I’m a maester from the night’s watch, and you’re INJURED. hold still.“ with a quick, thankful nod to sansa, syriss got to work. he ran his fingers from arya’s ear along the underside of her chin, checking that he could still find a strong pulse in her neck, then nodded, turning around to roll a scoop of snow into a cloth and set it against her neck. “hold this. does your throat hurt when you breathe, milady? if you’re honest, you won’t have to come back later.“
ncrthernrcse·:
She felt a sense of relief when he agreed, at least she would be able to help in some manner. After all just as when they had been preparing for the war, they would all need to help get Winterfell back to what it was meant to be. “Elayne Ashford’ she forewent titles because they were not of much importance at the present time. “Is there plenty of material for stitching? That is one of my better skills” learning to sew had definitely been important, and she hoped it would help her in being able to stitch up the wounded.
“yes, as much silk as we could find, and then whatever catsgut was left in the old winterfell maester’s supplies. see, the catsgut is best - it dissolves on its own eventually. the silk does too, as long as it hasn’t been dyed, but it takes longer, so we have to go back and check on it.“ he led her inside to a wildling fighter with a rather nasty gash on her upper arm and introduced himself and elayne to the patient. “the trick is to tie off each stitch - that way, if one is being difficult later on, we only have to take out and redo one instead of the whole string.“ then, to finish off his instructional seminar, he pulled out a flask. “and always give them a good, hearty swig first. we’re saving the milk of the poppy for the bigger procedures.“
hadestown lyric sentence starters.
❝ flood will get you if the fire don’t. ❞
❝ there ain’t a thing that you can do. ❞
❝ it’s an old song. ❞
❝ i’m the man who’s gonna marry you. ❞
❝ i also play the lyre. ❞
❝ i’ve met too many men like you. ❞
❝ see the world? i’ll make it beautiful for you. ❞
❝ are you always this confident? ❞
❝ when you look at me, what do you see? ❞
❝ lover tell me, if you can, who’s gonna buy the wedding bands? ❞
❝ the sun is hot, so am i. ❞
❝ i’m as free as a honeybee. ❞
❝ what we have, we have to share. ❞
❝ i’ll give you a song for free, ‘cuz that’s how life oughta be. ❞
❝ he could make you see how the world could be, in spite of the way that it is. ❞
❝ i was alone so long i didn’t even know that i was lonely. ❞
❝ this is how it’s always been. ❞
❝ all i’ve ever known is how to hold my own. ❞
❝ i wanna hold you. ❞
❝ takes a lot of medicine to make it through the wintertime. ❞
❝ everybody’s hungry, everybody’s tired. ❞
❝ kinda makes you wonder how it feels. ❞
❝ if you wanna keep your head, you gotta keep your head low. ❞
❝ in the coldest time of year, why is it so hot down here? ❞
❝ it ain’t right and it ain’t natural. ❞
❝ i recall there was a time we were happy, you and i. ❞
❝ everything i do, i do it for the love of you. ❞
❝ if you don’t even want my love, i’ll give it to someone who does. ❞
❝ hey, little songbird, gimme a song. ❞
❝ i wanna lie down forever. ❞
❝ weren’t we birds of a feather? ❞
❝ help yourself, to hell with the rest. even the one who loves you best. ❞
❝ ain’t nobody but yourself to trust. ❞
❝ aim for the heart, shoot to kill. if you don’t do it then the other one will. ❞
❝ cast your eyes to heaven, you get a knife in the back. ❞
❝ wouldn’t you have done the same? ❞
❝ wait for me, i’m coming with you. ❞
❝ when’s the last time you saw the sky? ❞
❝ wipe away your tears. ❞
❝ you sell your soul, you get your due. ❞
❝ but don’t you see? it’s different with me. ❞
❝ there must be some mistake! ❞
❝ it was a mistake, alright. and now you gotta pay for it, for the rest of your life. ❞
❝ a lot can happen behind closed doors. ❞
❝ is anybody listening? ❞
❝ nothing can wake me now. ❞
❝ why are you getting on your knees? ❞
❝ i’m asking you to marry me. marry me, say ‘i do’. i came all this way to ask you to. ❞
❝ the two of us, you and me. that’s how it would have been, if the world was different. ❞
❝ it ain’t no use; you’re bound to lose. ❞
❝ is it true what they say? ❞
❝ how long have we been married? ❞
❝ i don’t mind if you look at other girls now and then. ❞
❝ how does the sun even fit in the sky? ❞
❝ love is not a gilded cage. ❞
❝ soldier on and then the war will bring us peace. ❞
❝ the heart of a man is a simple one. ❞
❝ gotta think quick, gotta save face. ❞
❝ what you gonna do now? ❞
❝ men are fools, men are frail. give them the rope and they’ll hang themselves. ❞
❝ with his kiss, the riot starts. ❞
❝ you said that you would stay with me. ❞
❝ can’t promise you fair sky above. can’t promise you kind road below. but i’ll walk with you, my love, any way the wind blows. ❞
❝ just keep singing. ❞
❝ the coldest night of the coldest year comes right before the spring. ❞
❝ doubt comes in and my heart falters. ❞
❝ you’re early. ❞
❝ i missed you. ❞
❝ pour the wine and raise a cup. ❞
WHEN A CHARACTER GETS WOUNDED AND THEY GO TO THEIR LOVE INTEREST FOR HELP AND WHILE THEY’RE GETTING THEIR INJURIES CLEANED AND PATCHED UP THEY FLINCH FROM THE STING OF THE ANTISEPTIC AND THEIR LOVE INTEREST SAYS “HOLD STILL” IN AN EXASPERATED BUT TOUCHINGLY CONCERNED TONE OF VOICE AND THEN THEY ACCIDENTALLY MAKE EYE CONTACT OR BRUSH HANDS AND JUST FREEZE IN THAT POSITION UNTIL THE TENSION IN THE ROOM IS NEARLY UNBERABLE BEFORE BOTH LOOKING AWAY AND PRETENDING THE UNSPOKEN THING THAT JUST PASSED BETWEEN THEM NEVER HAPPENED
ncrthernrcse·:
She’d seen her fair share of blood in the last months, she had been present in the aftermath of the battle of the bastards. Although she hadn’t been too much of a help at that time, she had helped clean up wounds and tend to those who didn’t require a more skilled hand. After all they couldn’t very well leave all of the work for the maester, especially when there had been quite a few injured. There was also the amount of bloodshed that had been shed in this battle, and although it had been gruesome her need to help outweighed any ill feelings she had towards blood. “I helped with tending to the wounded after the battle of the bastards, it wasn’t as gruesome as this battle, but I was able to stomach it. I would also feel better knowing that I can help in some way, as I was not able to do so by participating in the battle”
“alright, then. let’s get to work.“ he stood, wiped his hands off on his apron (it didn’t help), and gave her a polite nod. “maester syriss egen, of the night’s watch. unless the night’s watch has DISBANDED by now. I haven’t gotten much information out here.“ with a short, uncomfortable laugh, he opened the flap of a tent they’d been using as a triage center. “now, everybody in HERE just needs some small fix - wound stitching and cleaning, bone resetting, that sort of thing. if anyone in here falls unconscious, I want you to find me, and we’ll move them inside for more advanced care.“
ncrthernrcse·:
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“Are you sure you don’t need assistance?” she inquired, looking over at the person in front of her. She’d spent the majority of the battle in the crypts, only being let out when it was all over and she had been tasked to assist those who needed help. She knew that she didn’t have the knowledge to be able to help in more than cleaning wounds, and helping stitch the wounded up. But she wanted to be able to help, especially as her mother’s family had not helped with the battle.
just as a rule, syriss had been brushing off most offers of help - everybody who’d been fighting needed to rest, he told them, to go and let their nerves settle and then come back to him when they were well-rested and well-fed. he sat them down, stitched and cleaned wounds they hadn’t even noticed yet, and sent them away, thanking them but ultimately DECLINING their assistance. but when he glanced up and saw that his newest would-be assistant didn’t have a drop of blood on her, he figured he’d might as well change his answer. “are you alright with seeing this much BLOOD, my lady? it’s rather gruesome in a field hospital, but if you can stomach it, I can teach you how to stitch up a wound and put you to work.”
“What the hell happened?”
@whispersung
“ 'what happened?' did you somehow manage to miss the battle with the dead, or did we forget to treat you for a head injury?“ syriss looked up from the patient he was working on, rather incredulous, and then stood quickly and gave the lady in front of him a quick, polite bow. “my apologies. I didn’t mean to be RUDE. it’s just been a rather awful few days. or, weeks.“
* illness and injury starters
‘ my head hurts. ’
‘ you’ve been asleep for two days. ’
‘ i think it’s broken. ’
‘ don’t mess with your iv. ’
‘ will you carry me? ’
‘ shh, it’s okay. get everything out. ’
‘ someone needs a nap. ’
‘ i threw up. ’
‘ it’s just a scratch. ’
‘ hey, accidents happen. ’
‘ you’ll feel better after your bath. ’
‘ i’m just glad to have you home safe. ’
‘ you ate too fast. i told you to take it easy. ’
‘ here’s some ice. ’
‘ i’ll come check on you in a little while. ’
‘ stay in bed. ’
‘ could you rub my back? ’
‘ i’m not even that tired. ’
‘ you need stitches. ’
‘ i brought you another blanket. ’
‘ let’s clean up those cuts and get you to bed. ’
‘ i think you caught some kind of flu. ’
‘ how many fingers am i holding up? ’
‘ i’m a little dizzy. ’
‘ congratulations. you have pneumonia. ’
‘ time for your medicine. ’
‘ i’m going to set your shoulder on the count of three. one, two, three – ’
‘ better take a look at that burn. ’
‘ you have to stay awake. can you do that for me? ’
‘ i found the tissues. ’
‘ that was a bad fall. need any help? ’
GENERAL
“Can you walk?”
“How did this happen?”
“What the hell happened?”
“I hit my head.”
“Did you hit your head?”
“Can you hear me?”
“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”
“Come on, stay with me!”
“No no no no no!”
“You shot me!”
“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”
“You stabbed me!”
“I didn’t mean to stab you!”
“Take the knife out!”
“Don’t take the knife out!”
“It was an accident!”
“That/this wasn’t an accident!”
“That looks broken.”
“I think my leg/arm is broken.”
“That doesn’t look good.”
“Am I going to die?”
“You’re not going to die!”
“Calm down!”
“Don’t panic!”
“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”
BLOOD
“Are you bleeding?”
“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”
“Is that blood?”
“Whose blood is that?”
“That’s a lot of blood.”
“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”
“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”
“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”
“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”
“I won’t let you bleed out!”
“You have blood on your face.”
“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”
“What’s your blood type?”
“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”
WOUNDS
“That cut is nasty.”
“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’
“Don’t touch it!”
“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”
“I’ll get some bandages.”
“You’re going to need stitches.”
“That looks infected…”
“Did you get bit by something?”
“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”
“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”
AFTERCARE
“How are you feeling?”
“How does it feel?”
“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”
“Let’s go home.”
“I just want to go home.”
“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”
“We need to change your bandages soon.”
“Get some sleep, okay?”
“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”
“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”
“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”
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