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RedRabbit · 01-28-2015, 05:37 PM

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Originally Posted by Krel Ansell

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.

*Looking up confused Noah frowned. Was she questioning him? Lets see, how did he know that his leg was broken? Pointing to a spot on his lower leg where something was poking out at an odd place.*
"Well, seeing as how that spot right there is covered in blood and poking out all funny I'm gonna say yes, it is broken. That and the fact that it hurts really bad."
*Her next comment made him even more confused. Why was she talking about weddings? He's not going to a wedding like this that was for sure.*
"Wedding? Wasn't Nightingale a muggle nurse?"

*But before he could get an answer she was off. Who knew Gryfindors were so unhelpful. Flower girl was acting a lot like some Slytherins he knew. But then she came back and was fixing his leg. Grinding his teeth as she moved his leg into the splint he tried to not cry out. Gardner's were strong, show no weakness. But as his leg was being moved the tears from his eyes fell. It was then that he noticed the straps to his pack were now around his busted leg.*

"Well-... if I did have any- ... emotional whatever to it-... it wont matter now."
*Still gritting his teeth he looked up into the sky trying to not think of the horrible sharp pain in his leg.*
"Th-Thank you by the way... for splinting my l-l-leg-"

01-28-2015, 05:37 PM	#132 (permalink)
RedRabbit Ramora Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Like I'd tell you ;P Posts: 5,472 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jacen Youngblood First Year	* Quote: Originally Posted by Krel Ansell 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. Looking up confused Noah frowned. Was she questioning him? Lets see, how did he know that his leg was broken? Pointing to a spot on his lower leg where something was poking out at an odd place. "Well, seeing as how that spot right there is covered in blood and poking out all funny I'm gonna say yes, it is broken. That and the fact that it hurts really bad." Her next comment made him even more confused. Why was she talking about weddings? He's not going to a wedding like this that was for sure. "Wedding? Wasn't Nightingale a muggle nurse?" But before he could get an answer she was off. Who knew Gryfindors were so unhelpful. Flower girl was acting a lot like some Slytherins he knew. But then she came back and was fixing his leg. Grinding his teeth as she moved his leg into the splint he tried to not cry out. Gardner's were strong, show no weakness. But as his leg was being moved the tears from his eyes fell. It was then that he noticed the straps to his pack were now around his busted leg. "Well-... if I did have any- ... emotional whatever to it-... it wont matter now." Still gritting his teeth he looked up into the sky trying to not think of the horrible sharp pain in his leg. "Th-Thank you by the way... for splinting my l-l-leg-"