Nightmare. Nightmare. Nightmare. Jeritza had awoken many times to the sight of dead bodies, but rarely was anyone still alive and in pain, and if they were, he'd simply end the pain with a final merciful blow. It was never like this, never someone he... Cared for so much. It's a deep, awful, sinking, cold pain. Guilt and terror. Will she die in front of him?
"No. I won't leave you."
His voice is gruff even as his throat still tightens and strains against the possibility of tears. He pushes down his emotions enough to be able to act. He quickly examines what of her he can see. An acid burn, blood from cuts, a broken arm.
He gets up swiftly, grabs baking soda and water with trembling hands and mixes them, then kneels again to pour the solution on her hand. The neutralizing effect should grant her instant relief from much of the burning. He spots one of the sources of the blood- a wound on her shoulder- and presses healing energy into it with his palm. It should relieve a bit of the pain and stop most of the bleeding. There's likely a first aid kit somewhere in this house, but he doesn't want to leave her here to go look for it. Her arm will be a terrible ordeal; he'll have to set and splint it somehow. Unless they go to a clinic...? His mind races.
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Date: 2024-06-24 08:25 pm (UTC)"No. I won't leave you."
His voice is gruff even as his throat still tightens and strains against the possibility of tears. He pushes down his emotions enough to be able to act. He quickly examines what of her he can see. An acid burn, blood from cuts, a broken arm.
He gets up swiftly, grabs baking soda and water with trembling hands and mixes them, then kneels again to pour the solution on her hand. The neutralizing effect should grant her instant relief from much of the burning. He spots one of the sources of the blood- a wound on her shoulder- and presses healing energy into it with his palm. It should relieve a bit of the pain and stop most of the bleeding. There's likely a first aid kit somewhere in this house, but he doesn't want to leave her here to go look for it. Her arm will be a terrible ordeal; he'll have to set and splint it somehow. Unless they go to a clinic...? His mind races.