[@The Irish Tree][@Enkryption]

Her assistant went through the description, and her little nose wrinkled at the fact that the patient was found in the hull of a crashed ship.  It was a disturbing thought, but intriguing.  She wondered what kind of trouble fell from the sky.  Probably some military soldier that would tell his superiors about how useful the island would be, and then bring down an entire fleet on the small island to 'liberate' it from itself.  Or maybe he was some runaway prince and he would fall in love with his would be savior.  The thought made Poxanne swoon for comedic affect as she and her assistant chatted.  Poxanne had a talking problem, even if things were serious and tense.  Her way of dealing with the world and all of its little interesting flaws.

[color=lightgreen]"Oooh... what a mess.  I hope this guy was alone."[/color]  The ship was all mangled up.  The crash cracking it open like a clay pot on the floor.  She recognized the design as an Imperial.  Big enough to have a hanger.  The two of them must have slept through the crash, and it should have made an awful racket, or even burn the woods down.  Maybe it was a softer landing then it looked.  The splintered trees told a different story.  [color=lightgreen]"Hes up this way right?  Look through the rest of it.  See if anyone else survived."[/color]  It was doubtful, but hopeful.

Climbing up the tree trunks and mangled metal, Poxanne decided it wasn't worth the effort.  Her hands pressed the ground on the grassy moss she stood on.  A little light later, and a blade of grass amazingly grew into a tree, its branches and trunks and leaves all sprouting over the course of a few seconds, its bark and green twisting in order to support the little Harvin that was using it for a boost.  She finally stood up, just in time to casually walk off the platform and onto the giant crack where the ship snapped in half.

[color=lightgreen]"Hey there Mucu."[/color]  Poxanne greeted the little creature with a soft pat on its bulbous head.  [color=lightgreen]"Good boy.  Now where-"[/color]

Seeing the blood and where the light seeped into the prison of mangled metal, finding the subject wasn't difficult.  it helped a bit that he was moving, attempting self first aid, but his guts were a mess and he wasnt moving his left arm, it bent at an odd angle.  Theres the break but she would have to scold her assistant for not noticing the gapping wound on his stomach.  If she didn't bring her field surgeon kit, she would have to rely on her potions, a much less refined, and slightly more expensive option, and she would still have to bring him back to her hut, moving him would be slow and potentially dangerous for just the two, well three of them, assuming Mucu could somehow help lift a stretcher.  Growing a suitable botanical helper would take too much mana.  She observed while she thought, half making sure he wasn't killing himself with his knife, and the other half thinking of a plan.

Finally she was noticed.  His words were off- maybe delirious from the pain and exposure.  She gave him a smile to reassure him.  It looked bad, but he'd be okay now, she was here.  He answered her questions as she made her way to him.  [color=lightgreen]"Yep yep yep.  What gave it away?"[/color]  She joked before she set her staff aside and began to go through the satchel and bangoliors of her items.  Setting disinfectants, bandages, some vials and jars.  The splint and surgeon pack was with her assistant. She heard the word love.  She feigned a pout. [color=lightgreen]"Aww, come on.  We only just met.  I'm sure you'll like me when you get to know me."[/color]  She set up a little device that clicked into a small flame, placing a bowl on it, she poured the contents of one of her vials, and began to place bits of green leaf fragments and a few bits of powder.  

She approached, kneeling next to him, her black apron wofting out from her tucked in legs.  She offered him a cup of strong smelling, unsweetened warm tea.  It had some magical ingredients to it, but mostly it was to dull the pain and offer some hydration and nutrients to promote healing.[color=lightgreen]  "I'm Poxanne.  I'm a doctor.  Lucky for you.  What's your name?  Imperial?"[/color]  She asked in curiousity, trying to put him in a good frame of mind.  [color=lightgreen]I'm going to patch you up, speaking of-"[/color] 

She turned, cupping a hand to her mouth and shouting out at the hole she entered.  [color=lightgreen]"Hey!  I'm going to need that surgeon pack to get him out of here!"[/color]  She called for her assistant before looking over her items.  [color=lightgreen]"Let me take a look, I can straighten that arm til we get the splint on, and deal with those cuts, but your stomach... woah, thats bad.  Yeah, it's going to hurt and I need to suture it.  Once we do that, then its just a short little walk to my cottage."[/color]  She lied, it was almost a mile.  [color=lightgreen]"Don't worry.  Mama Poxxie is going to take good care of you now."[/color]  She gave him a wink and stuck out her tongue, being cute.