80 Vhalar 716
Rei was swamped at The Infirmary. There had been a market accident, a bar brawl or two, and a mild epidemic of a respiratory disease in the Dust Quarter. The Lightning Knights had just left with several people from the bar brawl that had been patched up by some of the healers. She must have sewn at least thirty stitches in just one of them. One was incapacitated and was taking up residence in one of the beds in the Ward. It would be a while before the man would be able to pay his debt to society. She had removed all the wood splinters she could find. Apparently someone had beaten him with a barstool.
Her lips were creased into a frown. A group of men had come in carrying a limp body. He had been stuck in the gut with something- it was hard to tell what from this far away. His friends had stuffed a bunch of cloths on his abdomen that had soaked up some of the blood, though it was dripping onto the floor. She wasn’t even quite sure how he was still alive. “Bring him over here!”
The men brought him over and set him down on an empty bed. Rei took one look at him and knew she could do nothing to save this man. “I’m very sorry. There’s nothing I can do.”
The men were angry, it was very apparent. But she had not expected one of them to come forward, knife drawn, and pull her back, pressing the blade against her throat. “You’re going to try, and you better try your hardest. Your life depends on it.” He had shoved her away, towards the bed, the knife extended to prick at her back. With shaking hands, she had gotten some tools, bandages, and plenty of needle and thread. “You two watch the door, make sure no one goes in or out. You two go get that friend of hers.”
Rei’s eyes widened. What other poor soul were they dragging into this? She quickly drizzled some antiseptic over her hands, feeling the press of the blade against her back. She removed the cloth stopping his bleeding and it started to flow. Her fingers quickly sunk into his abdomen, feeling around for the source of the bleed. He had tears in most of his major organs there. An assistant heated an iron and she stuck it inside the unconscious man, cauterizing the bleed. The blood flow lessened for that. The assistant dabbed a fresh cloth into the wound, mopping up blood so that Rei could see what she was doing. A side glance was spared at the two barring the doors. They were armed and shoving people away from the doors.
Suddenly, the doors opened and two of the burly men shoved a man forward. Rei briefly looked up, then did a double take. “Patrick?”
How in the world did he get dragged into this? “I’m so sorry.”
Her hands had stopped working. She felt the jab of the tip of the blade into her back. “Get back to work missy. His life depends on it too. Unless you want both of you to die, you’re gonna patch him up.” Her jaw tightened as she grabbed the needle and thread, starting to blindly work on sewing up whatever she was touching that was split open. Her skin grew pale as the thought passed through her mind that she couldn’t possibly save this man.