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Krel Ansell · 01-28-2015, 01:28 PM

Text Cut: Gabben

Daisy nudged him in the shoulder with her foot again and again until he spoke. Ah, at least his snarkiness didn’t break. “How exactly do you know it’s broken?” she asked when he started whining. “Did you suddenly get a degree in healing?” Then she realized he was looking off at something. Was it a branch? His backpack? Her eyes landed on something scattered around the ground that had looked like it broke.

Noah was calling her names again. “I didn’t know I was dressed for a wedding,” she retorted as she turned away to find something to splint his leg with.

She was gone for a few minutes (the shore was surprisingly void of branches big enough to be of use). When she came back she noticed Noah looked like he was about to cry. A quip lingered on the tip of her tongue, but she remained resolutely quiet. She pulled a (clean) handkerchief out of her pocket. “Alright,” she said squatting down next to him. She handed him the hanky without looking him in the eyes. “This is going to hurt a little.” It wasn’t the first time she’d helped someone with a broken leg. Her brother Leandor had broken his leg two summers ago and she had been the only one around to help him get back home. That had been a fun experience. Leandor was three times bigger than her and they had had to look out for dragons while they hobbled home. Basic first aid was a necessity when living on a Dragon Preserve. Her parents had taught it to her before she was allowed to wander the preserve by herself. She slid the stick under his leg and then grabbed his backpack. “Do you have any emotional attachment to this?” She asked, but didn’t wait for him to answer. She yanked hard on the straps, pulling them off. She slid them under his leg and started tying the make-shift splint in place.

01-28-2015, 01:28 PM	#131 (permalink)
Krel Ansell DMLE & DIMC Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,071 x1	randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Text Cut: Gabben Pushing the pack off of his face he ignored the foot that was pushing his shoulder. Sitting up he tried to stand but felt a sharp pain. Looking down he saw an unpleasant sight. It looked like he had a broken leg. Letting out a long sigh he frowned down at his leg. "No Florence Nightingale, I'm not dead. Just a broken leg, thanks to-..." He cut himself off as he remembered his pan pipe. Looking around frantically he saw it a few feet away. It was broken into five or six pieces. Now he really went pale as his mouth fell open. Complete shock washed over him. "It's... it's broken..." He couldn't move to reach it because of his leg. Turning back to his leg he changed his face an tried to forget about his prized possession being broken. Looking down at his leg he said. "My legs broken flower girl. Mind grabbing me a branch or something to make a splint so I can get to the hospital wing?" Try as he might to hide his pain by not screaming a few tears started to fill his eyes but he didn't notice. His leg was an ugly sight but the broken bits of wood a few feet away hurt him more. Pull yourself together you big baby. Biting his lip he just looked at his leg waiting to see if the girl by him would help. Daisy nudged him in the shoulder with her foot again and again until he spoke. Ah, at least his snarkiness didn’t break. “How exactly do you know it’s broken?” she asked when he started whining. “Did you suddenly get a degree in healing?” Then she realized he was looking off at something. Was it a branch? His backpack? Her eyes landed on something scattered around the ground that had looked like it broke. Noah was calling her names again. “I didn’t know I was dressed for a wedding,” she retorted as she turned away to find something to splint his leg with. She was gone for a few minutes (the shore was surprisingly void of branches big enough to be of use). When she came back she noticed Noah looked like he was about to cry. A quip lingered on the tip of her tongue, but she remained resolutely quiet. She pulled a (clean) handkerchief out of her pocket. “Alright,” she said squatting down next to him. She handed him the hanky without looking him in the eyes. “This is going to hurt a little.” It wasn’t the first time she’d helped someone with a broken leg. Her brother Leandor had broken his leg two summers ago and she had been the only one around to help him get back home. That had been a fun experience. Leandor was three times bigger than her and they had had to look out for dragons while they hobbled home. Basic first aid was a necessity when living on a Dragon Preserve. Her parents had taught it to her before she was allowed to wander the preserve by herself. She slid the stick under his leg and then grabbed his backpack. “Do you have any emotional attachment to this?” She asked, but didn’t wait for him to answer. She yanked hard on the straps, pulling them off. She slid them under his leg and started tying the make-shift splint in place. __________________