[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR0pmc6n/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Rapunzel's Tower 
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] Medical Science [hr][hr][/center]	Megan examined Lancelot's wound with a critical eye, yet she did not need her medical degree to tell her that the wound was infected. If the infection was not cleared, it could spread to the blood. The resulting blood poisoning would prove to be fatal and Lancelot would die. Her thoughts strayed to the state of medicine in the world she had grown up from - just a few centuries ago and there would've been nothing they could do for him. Stomach wounds were dangerous that way. Had the wound been on a limb, they could amputate it. In this case though, the wound had to heal - more importantly, the infection had to clear. 

	[color=silver]"Do you preferentially amputate here, in lieu of clearing infection?"[/color] Megan asked Rapunzel. While she had been here until she was about ten years old or so, she hadn't learned the medicinal practices of this world. She took up the jar of ointment Rapunzel had indicated, noting that it seemed to be prescribed of various herbs - some of which she recognized as having been used on Earth, others that were foreign to her. From what she recalled of the herbs she knew, she was fairly confident this would clear the infection. 

	Not that Lancelot really had any other options. They couldn't amputate here. A beheading would be more practical. Megan set herself to work, cleaning the area and reapplying the ointment. She gave Lancelot a generous amount. She wished she had some sort of antibiotic to give him. The ointment she thought should work, but it still made her feel uncertain.