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She took hold of the wounded scout as the captain went to rally the troops. She lay out a sheet across the grown and then lowered him and herself onto it. She pulled/cut away the garments covering the wounded areas and inspected his injuries. They were bad, very bad. Some part of her consider the patient lost, that it would be best to put the poor soul out of his misery and focus on keeping everyone else alive. But she was a doctor damn it, or at least on in training, and she refused to give up even as she nearly wet herself from the explosion that almost reduced them both to paste.

She channeled her magic, the gauntlet glowing red, as she took the odd journal and placed it in the pocket that had once held her own. She placed the softly glowing flask she had just created on the ground for later and de-summoned the gauntlet, removed the bangle and placed it inside her medical bag. Having loose jewelry on your person while operation was an awful idea as it might catch on something and do additional damage.

[color=FFC1B3]“I’ll keep it safe for you but you have to stay with me Wagnil. you have to hold on. you have some explaining to do after this, but no more words now. just try to stay still as I work”[/color]

She retrieved her scalpel, tweezers, needle and suture from the bag while she called out for help, apparently they really wanted her dead but there was no way in hell she was leaving the patient to die like this. She tried to put on a calm confidence to hide her terror as bullets whizzed past them. Her call for help was a mostly steady one.

[@Hammerman] [color=FFC1B3]“Esther! I would really appreciate if you came over and helped shield the patient from fire with your winds!”[/color]

She then began the procedure and while she wished she had a more sterile environment, the sheet that she had placed between him and the forest floor would have to do. It was a somewhat ironic fact about treating internal injuries that you had to cut the external wounds open more to get inside, she used her scalpel to widen the upper wound so that she could get a look inside. First she used the tweezers to extract any residue of the round that still remained in his body, then she used the needle and suture to sew shut the puncture in his lung. She then performed a similar procedure on his intestinal wound. Finally she sewed shut the external wounds and tried to get him to drink the previously created concoction. The healing potion would accelerate the natural healing process and hopefully seal the wounds with tissue where the suture had pulled the two separated areas of flesh together. It would also help increase blood production, hopefully countering the blood loss he had suffered. He would need plenty of rest after this but if everything had gone as planed he would live.

This entire process was a lengthy and delicate operation, the patient was perilously close to death and any interruption to the procedure could spell his doom. In the end though it was down to whether Wagnil had the will and blood to cling to life as she worked. Once the operation was complete Althea’s gloves were covered in blood and her nerves shot from having to do such a delicate procedure under fire. She had done all she could.