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[color=ed1c24]Location[/color]: Underground complex, Lab area, Stritzel's Estate, Western Kindeance.
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Upon receiving the mage's assent, Veronica was on her knees beside her in a single, swift movement. Her scythe was cast aside, still within easy arm's reach, but safely away from the growing pool of blood around Widernia. She didn't want her weapon feeding upon that right now, as they -specifically Solomon- might be able to do something with it later... preferably return it to its owner. She idly also reached out to grab Widernia's staff and toss it a little further than her scythe away.

[color=ed1c24][i][b]"SOLOMON! I NEED YOUR EXERPTISE RIGHT NOW!"[/b][/i][/color] she bellowed back into the greater lab, her voice reverberating in an echoing boom, before refocusing on her task. She was already holding breath to stave off the worst of her olfactory senses inciting her bloodlust, as she yanked her gloves off and dropped her backpack to the ground, reaching inside to yank out her medical kit. Yet, as she did so, her hands brushed up against something that she'd forgotten she was carrying.

[color=ed1c24][i]The potion! This could-! Well, maybe it won't be necessary?[/i][/color]

[i]She'd been hoping to save it for Cedar...[/i]

The vampire swiftly moved to inspect the mage's wound, however, and grimaced. This amount of bloodloss... major arteries had to have been cut. She didn't think she had the mundane tools or expertise to handle that fast enough to matter, but there was something far more pressing at hand. Keen eyes and a harried inspection of holding one hand briefly before Widernia's mouth told her something that would be lethal far sooner: she wasn't breathing.

[color=ed1c24][i]Oh, fuck my life.[/i][/color]

But after a moment of panicked thought, Veronica wasted no time, knowing approximately what she should do.

Clicking her tongue, she withdrew the skin stitch potion and uncorked it. [color=ed1c24]"Fair warning,"[/color] she drawled, setting her medical kit aside and pulling out a biting stick, which she offered the mage's mouth, [color=ed1c24]"this is going to hurt like a motherfucker."[/color] Making sure to pull any potential intervening fabric away from the wound with her free hand, Veronica dribbled a healthy splash of the potion over the areas in the torso she recalled the major arteries were located, and she would keep dribbling until it looked like the only wounds remaining were surface-level. She made an attempt to conserve as much of the potion as possible, leaving any wounds that could be dealt with seemingly with a bit of bandaging. If anything else was wrong, she doubted anyone here but Solomon could detect it.

Once that was dealt with, it was time to address the other major issue.

The vampire scooted over, inhaling a deep breath and nearly staggering at the incredible scent that flooded her lungs, as she held her breath again. Grabbing Widernia's head, she pinched her nose closed with one hand and opened her mouth, firmly sealing her own lips over hers and beginning to exhale. For the vampire, whose lungs did not absorb oxygen, this would hopefully be even better than regular mouth-to-mouth, as her exchanged breathe wouldn't be diluted by carbon dioxide. She kept a careful eye on the mage's chest, one hand reaching down to physically inspect her sternum and feel it swell from the influx of vital air.

Once she got the feeling it was reaching the limits of what the mage's lungs could safely take, Veronica released her liplock, before moving to push her hands down atop Widernia's sternum, giving it several pumps to force the air back out of her lungs. All the while, the sucked in a new deep breathe, vision swimming from yet another bout of bloodlust, before leaning down to breathe back into Widernia's lungs again. This she would do on repeat until Solomon gave her any particular reason to stop, doing her best to act as Widernia's lungs until Solomon could do something about it or until her ministrations hopefully miraculously kickstarted something critical again.