Sticks and stones » Closed

[sparklequeen]

WHO: Abby and Glimmer
WHAT: Abby helps with an injury
WHEN: The afermath of a rescue mission, mid-Harvestmere
WHERE: En route back to the Gallows
NOTES: Mentions of wounds and wound tending, blood, injury, possible delving into past traumas around parental death

Glimmer had been fierce in the short, rough fight that had broken out between the Venatori and the Riftwatchers. She'd blazed away with magic and spell and they'd come away with their prize--the rescue of the two being pursued. It hadn't come free of a cost, though. Glimmer had been charging in, her usual reckless style of fighting--and as a result, had caught herself an arrow from the marksman she hadn't seen. It wasn't serious--or at least Glimmer insisted it wasn't serious. It had plunged into her left side, ablated by the thickly padded armor she wore, then stuck itself between two ribs. She'd been lucky it hadn't gone any deeper pierced an organ. The shaft had been snapped off except for the last few centimeters and a crude bandage wrapped around her midsection to help stem the bleeding.

Now that pursuit seemed to be unlikely, there had been time for a breather--and for Abby to get a look at Glimmer's wound. It hurt, of course, and Glimmer's left arm was held in a stiff, unhappy way--when she tried to move it too much (move anything too much), the arrowhead dug against her flesh and bone, radiating pain. That she'd been able to remount her horse like this now seemed like a minor miracle. Maybe just the adrenaline.

Sitting on a convenient rock, Glimmer winces a little, looks over at Abby.

"It didn't... " Ugh. Her head swam a little. "...it didn't feel that bad at first," she confesses weakly, trying not to look at the short, jagged bit of wood still sticking from her and no doubt still connected to the steel arrowhead.

"I'll be okay," Glimmer insists with more bravado than she should probably have right now.

Comments

[armd]

"Thanks." She thinks she did okay, considering she felt at a disadvantage for most of the fight, "Yeah. I know."

We were lucky. They had Derrica, things couldn't have gone too terribly, but Glimmer was a stark reminder of how quickly everything curdles. Abby gets to her feet, and glances down at herself. All the dirt, and blood (not hers) spattered across her armor, up across her face. In her hair... yuck...

"Definitely getting in the baths once we're back."

[sparklequeen]

"I mean, same. Assuming they'll let me in the baths with a hole in me that's not supposed to be there," Glimmer replies in a grim sort of joke.

"I'll scrub your back, as a thank you."

[armd]

Abby's nose crinkles in amusement of both statements, "No, you– can't get that wet."

Might be sponge baths for a while, Glimmer. "Especially not with communal bath water." Gross.

[sparklequeen]

"Boo." Glimmer looks disappointed by this revelation.

"Well. I'll figure out some other way of saying 'thank you' I'm sure," she says.

"I owe you one."

[armd]

A shrug, her hand wrapping around the pommel of her saddle so she can haul herself back up.

"Don't mention it."