Post by Professor Frost on Sept 28, 2013 11:56:51 GMT -6
(Any students of the fifth or anyone who fancied getting themselves horribly injured get yourself down here. Doesn't matter where you are, just let it be known that you want Teddy in your life and he'll come to you.)
Escaping the tension of the command centre, Theodore Frost picked his way down the wall and back towards the makeshift medical station. It seemed more crowded than it had been when he left. The two frightened third-years he had abandoned were nowhere to be seen, and most everyone was a blur of healer-greys and determined expressions. His nerves were beginning to regain some semblance of normality, and the ache from the recent spent power was beginning to subside. On minor to middling injuries the blowback was like a muscle cramp which slowly uncoiled. He had to maintain himself. He had to keep his mind on immediate matters, and try not to analyse the surge of hatred which had led to such insubordination on his part. He had to not think about the Headmaster's face upon his dismissal. With the Fifth's guidance they would get through this; if not for this rotten apple of a state then for the shining serenity of The Academy
Teddy knelt by a moaning student, her armband marked her as a follower of the 6th, however the lack of arm below it marked her combat days as potentially ended. A tourniquet was failing her and as he watched her brown skin was paling, and paling. The two of hem locked eyes for a moment and Teddy, somewhat hesitantly, put his hand to her cheek. The pain hit him like a tidal wave the moment he reached into her, it made him gasp, he grasped hold of that feeling and let it buoy him up momentarily. He could hear both of their heartbeats align for just a moment, and swallowing each new wave of pain he slowed his breathing and let a little of that visualised light fold into her. Her moaning ceased as Teddy's holy rapture suspended her. It would not last long.
When he came back to himself she stared past him vacantly, the faintest golden tinge in her large black eyes. The pain in his arm heightened; he couldn't move it.
"I need a tapered needle and suture thread immediately!" He called, his voice for once loud, clear and authoritative. He barely had to but raise his good hand and a first year skivvy in a blood-spattered grey apron, with a harrowed look in his eyes, had provided what he needed. Aware that time was running short before the rapture subsided and the thrashing would begin, with nimble fingers Theodore pulled the broken flaps of skin together and sewed them neatly, slicing off the excess with a hot knife. As the girl started to mumble and twitch he had completed his stitching, and with an almighty effort he allowed the golden light to surge through his hands and into the sutures themselves.
The girl screamed a scream of such intense anguish that it dwarfed the general despondent sob of the tent; it was so loud it made Teddy's ears ring, although that might have been the recoil. The hurrying skivvies all turned, fearful and Teddy stumbled to his feet. The girl thrashed and convulsed on the floor. Breathless, he rolled up his sleeve to observe the inside of his forearm to find it speckled with the dark pink blood-freckles of burst capillaries, mingling with the normal freckles which covered his skin.
Without a word he picked up a medicine case and strode from the tent, two older healers rushed to the girl's side. She would be fine. She would later find that while the intense heat of the magical sutures had burned them into her stump forever, they would cause the thing to heal at an unprecedented pace. And while only half an arm remained, it never experienced any minor aches or pains ever again.
Teddy stepped out once more into the carnage of battle, feeling galvanised and ready to serve the Great Dragon in this and all things.
Escaping the tension of the command centre, Theodore Frost picked his way down the wall and back towards the makeshift medical station. It seemed more crowded than it had been when he left. The two frightened third-years he had abandoned were nowhere to be seen, and most everyone was a blur of healer-greys and determined expressions. His nerves were beginning to regain some semblance of normality, and the ache from the recent spent power was beginning to subside. On minor to middling injuries the blowback was like a muscle cramp which slowly uncoiled. He had to maintain himself. He had to keep his mind on immediate matters, and try not to analyse the surge of hatred which had led to such insubordination on his part. He had to not think about the Headmaster's face upon his dismissal. With the Fifth's guidance they would get through this; if not for this rotten apple of a state then for the shining serenity of The Academy
Teddy knelt by a moaning student, her armband marked her as a follower of the 6th, however the lack of arm below it marked her combat days as potentially ended. A tourniquet was failing her and as he watched her brown skin was paling, and paling. The two of hem locked eyes for a moment and Teddy, somewhat hesitantly, put his hand to her cheek. The pain hit him like a tidal wave the moment he reached into her, it made him gasp, he grasped hold of that feeling and let it buoy him up momentarily. He could hear both of their heartbeats align for just a moment, and swallowing each new wave of pain he slowed his breathing and let a little of that visualised light fold into her. Her moaning ceased as Teddy's holy rapture suspended her. It would not last long.
When he came back to himself she stared past him vacantly, the faintest golden tinge in her large black eyes. The pain in his arm heightened; he couldn't move it.
"I need a tapered needle and suture thread immediately!" He called, his voice for once loud, clear and authoritative. He barely had to but raise his good hand and a first year skivvy in a blood-spattered grey apron, with a harrowed look in his eyes, had provided what he needed. Aware that time was running short before the rapture subsided and the thrashing would begin, with nimble fingers Theodore pulled the broken flaps of skin together and sewed them neatly, slicing off the excess with a hot knife. As the girl started to mumble and twitch he had completed his stitching, and with an almighty effort he allowed the golden light to surge through his hands and into the sutures themselves.
The girl screamed a scream of such intense anguish that it dwarfed the general despondent sob of the tent; it was so loud it made Teddy's ears ring, although that might have been the recoil. The hurrying skivvies all turned, fearful and Teddy stumbled to his feet. The girl thrashed and convulsed on the floor. Breathless, he rolled up his sleeve to observe the inside of his forearm to find it speckled with the dark pink blood-freckles of burst capillaries, mingling with the normal freckles which covered his skin.
Without a word he picked up a medicine case and strode from the tent, two older healers rushed to the girl's side. She would be fine. She would later find that while the intense heat of the magical sutures had burned them into her stump forever, they would cause the thing to heal at an unprecedented pace. And while only half an arm remained, it never experienced any minor aches or pains ever again.
Teddy stepped out once more into the carnage of battle, feeling galvanised and ready to serve the Great Dragon in this and all things.
