[center][h3][color=lightblue]OCTAVIA STARFORGE[/color] and [color=green]POX[/color][/h3][/center]
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Shion moved them back to behind the line of fire, giving them a bit of time to initiate some first aid.

A very strained bit of words repeated as she came over to him.  But then she thankfully told him it was no need to do so.  He was essentially nursing his wound and the little valve that he plunged into his chest to keep deflating his lung.  It would be felt as a nice and painful pressure that would cause him to gasp for breath.

She pointed out the arrow, and his beak nodded in approval of her diagnosis.  His mouth filled with blood and he coughed it up before answering her.  [color=green]"It's just a lung... but if it fills with- blood- I'll go into Hypovelmic Shock... not great... [/color]  He coughed again before he prepared for some impromptu first aid, getting a pouch ready for her to use.  

Octavia's eyebrows furrowed. [color=6ecff6]"[i]Just[/i] a lung?"[/color] She replied, angry. [color=6ecff6]"I have every reason to worry if your lung is involved."[/color] She said through gritted teeth, but now was not the time for scolding. She'd give him a great deal of it later.

Pox felt her chide him a little but he retorted with a bit of gallows humor.  [color=green]"We have two of them.  Blag-  One to spare."[/color]

He allowed her to bring him, it would be better than his magic or his robes and he nodded when the task was done.   [color=green]"Okay- you're not doing surgery."[/color]  He said bemused despite the situation.  [color=green]"But you'll-do better than me... Here."[/color]  He handed her the pouch.  It contained bandages, patches, vials of clear liquids, scalpel, scissors, clamps, a jar of thick paste.  [color=green]"Start- start by ripping out the arrow, keep - keep it as straight as you can, and pull straight out."[/color]  He braced himself for it, bending his knees and leaning forward.  He wished he could lie down for this but he didn't have the luxury.


Octavia's hand trembled as she slowly reached for the arrow. One wrong move, and she could do further damage. It would have been a different story if it were his leg or his arm — anywhere but his chest — but it was a lung puncture, out of all things. What[i] luck.[/i]

She took a deep breath as she wrapped her hand around the arrow, careful enough to avoid any unnecessary movements. [color=6ecff6]"This is a lung puncture."[/color] Every word rolled off her tongue sharply. [color=6ecff6]"If I pull this out, you're going to bleed out. You better have a plan, or I might just have to kill you myself."[/color] She glared at him, concern evident in her eyes.  It was unlike her to speak in such a rough manner, but she was losing her composure. Injuries to the chest were common, with large numbers of death associated with lung punctures. She did not want to add to the list of dead people in her life. 

Pox raised his hand and nodded.  [color=green]"We'll be fine... Everything you need is in - the pouch."[/color]  His speech was sounding worse.  He tried to sound calm, control his limited breathing, but he knew how you could atleast temporarily treat such wounds.  They were common, hence why the pressure valve next to the arrow was needed.  Course that wouldn't help things now.  They were about to make a hole.

Octavia released a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Sweat started to pool at her temples. She placed her left hand on his shoulder, while her other hand was firmly gripped around the wooden stick. 

[color=6ecff6][i]3...2...1..[/i] [/color]

In one swift motion, she pulled.

Pox made a gurgling sound and what would have been a screamed if he wasn't biting his tongue to attempt to muffle it.  The drugs only worked so much but he seemed determined to try to show as little pain as possible.  The tension on his body would clearly show that he was in agony, torturing pain as his chest screamed.  He grabbed her wrist to brace himself, his gloves squeezing enough to leave a red mark.  With her pull his chest heaved even as he pulled back in an attempt to assist her, the arrow head shredded more flesh on its way out but it needed to happen.  He wasn't going to be able to heal or get any better with a piece of metal and wood inside him.  He made a rasped gasp when it was finally out of him, and he seemed to slump over her arm.

[color=6ecff6]"Pox..?"[/color]

He tried to breath, it was a bit easier, but he couldn't let the blood fill his lung.  Slowly the delirioum of the moment subsided and he raised a shakey hand to the pouch.  [color=green]"The gel..."[/color]  He pointed to the fresh wound.  [color=green]"Fill...it..."[/color]  He instructed.

Octavia winced at the sight of blood oozing out of his wound, but she didn't waste a moment as she grabbed the pouch and dug through it. There were plenty of vials, bandages, and a bunch of other things Octavia (quite frankly) didn't recognize. When she found the gel, she quickly grabbed it and positioned it over the hole in his chest. With shaky hands, she filled the wound as Pox instructed. He was trying hard to make it seem like he wasn't in [i]too[/i] much pain, but it was clear as day to Octavia. She held his hand and squeezed it tightly, while her other hand applied pressure to his wound. Octavia wanted to help ease his pain, but there was little she could do with no magic. She tried to brush aside her frustration as she spoke, "tell me what to do next. "

The breathing was audible through his nose, he just didn't seem to be breathing too good but he clenched her hand and tried to stay still.  The Gel should act as a coagulant for now.  Enough to at least keep things from life threatening to merely just bad.  Enough to maybe keep his insides in until stronger magic or a more definite procedure could be enacted.

He nodded as she had the goop fill the wound, leaving it pasty.  There was a large sheet that held an adhesive.  He pointed to it. [Color=green]"All we can do now is patch that over it.  Its-not a permanent fix but Itll keep me going.  Gwen can finish it up."[/color]

With a softness and poise he looked down at her, eyes could be seen past his lenses.  It seemed impossible to determine what the color were, but they were gentle.[Color=green]"Thank you.  Octavia."[/color] her fast actions were beyond appreciated.  


A part of Octavia felt angry with herself for being incapable of doing something more. She felt powerless in this situation, but he was right. Only Gwen was capable of helping him now. 

There was a moment's distraction when her eyes caught sight of his for the very first time, but she managed to look away. [color=6ecff6]"I did what anyone would have done.."[/color] Her voice trailed off. At the corner of her vision, she could see Gwen approaching. [color=6ecff6]"Gwen will handle things from here. I'll go assist the others."[/color] Having said that, Octavia started to walk away, her bloodied hand still trembling from almost losing a friend. 

Pox, now atleast healed enough to function made sure to head to Garrett complaining of ribs.  [color=green]"Here."[/color]  He beckoned, reaching out.  His hands glowed a bright green as he placed them over the warrior's ribs and concentrated.  He could do this, magic was a force of his emotion, his knowledge of the arcane arts and perception of his soul stone.  He could knit the cracks, reduce the swelling.  He was already casting the incantation which would sound like a light prayer.  He would release him with a nod.  "Good to go, I recommend bed rest when you can though..."  

He then would finally address Gwen already raising his arms despite the pain and allow her to address his injury.  He already drew enough attention.