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The moment he stepped inside the little infirmary the Guard (Frederick right?) inside informed the young man that had been attending to the injured who he was and why he was there before departing, the youngster in question appeared to be some kind of apprentice herbalist, thankfully he had decided to remain at the edge of the evacuation and was able to be reached in time to come help with the injured, but sadly the only one they had managed to find was him and from what he was told when Frederick guided him to the infirmary his specialty was common remedies and ways to treat little injuries so he had less expertise than necessary to handle the situation.

The nervous apprentice didn't bother with introductions and went straight to the throat of the situation, 8 injured men, 2 with broken bones, 2 with lacerations, one of which being problematic to treat, and 2 were stab wounds with one being half dead with a fever. And they were letting him have the [i]honor[/i] of choosing who to use his magic on, him the person with no medical training whatsoever and weird witchcraft. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then he pushed the fear and nerves that were creeping up down the stairs while flipping them off, panicking would help no one and after that goddamn ogre almost cleaving him in twine he was too emotionally drained to feel any strong emotion right now so he was able to think things logically.

First, the men with broken bones were out, yeah they were suffering and would probably never be quite right again unless they received the proper treatment, but they would survive which was more than he could say about the others, the one with the lesser laceration was out too, he had already been treated and from what the apprentice had said he was expected to make a recovery with a scar to accompany it.

So that left three candidates and two uses of the spell.

Another deep breath and he made his choice, wasting no time he went towards the patients from the stabbing, they were in the most danger as there was no way to properly gauge wheter they could make a recovery or not, the one with the fever was likely to die soon with the way he appeared to be delirious and the one with multiple stabs had lost too much blood, it was a miracle that he wasn't dead already. A tense seconds later his hands spelled the same supernatural light from earlier on both soldiers and a (non-magical) prayer escaped his lips.

Then he rushed to the entrance to the infirmary and identified his targets, just because he didn't have another use of his magical healing didn't mean that he couldn't help in other more mundane ways. Or that he was the only one who could.

[color=6ecff6]"MacKensie! Arthur!" [/color] What was his.. [color=6ecff6]"Clive! I need your guy's help in the infirmary quick!" [/color]

Saying that he ignored the look the apprentice was giving him and prepared the tools he would need, a pair of tweezers, disinfectant for the hands, a surgical scalpel, and a surgical needle. Once he was sure everything was ready he looked back to see who had entered had entered, then he started giving orders again.

[color=6ecff6]"Apprentice, grab these" [/color] He passed him the tweezers [color=6ecff6]"Mac you get these" [/color] The scalpel and the needle [color=6ecff6]"Now you all need to disinfect your hands up to the elbows" [/color] He proceeded to do just that to his own and passing the desinfectant to the others before moving towards the still groaning man with the encrusted helmet.

[color=6ecff6]"Okay okay" [/color] A breath [color=6ecff6]"Arthur, you and Clive need to hold him down, we need to get his helmet off to treat him but we can't administrate anesthesia because of his head injury so he will trash around, we can't have that" [/color] Then he turned to MacKenzie [color=6ecff6]"Mac you said that you were an Olympic trained archer and I noticed that you managed to get shots that were really far away and your hands didn't shook once so I will need you to cut and separate the parts of his helmet that are making it impossible to get off, Apprentice here" [/color] He signaled to the pale youngster [color=6ecff6]"Will hold the helmet with his tweezers so you can cut away and I will make sure that he doesn't move his head" [/color]

He moved into position and waited for everyone else to follow, then when he was sure they were ready he directed his attention to the Frenchwoman once more and gave her a nod.

[color=6ecff6]"When you are ready" [/color]

Without bothering to pull his tough persona again he started to whisper to the agonizing man encouraging words, every little thing could help.