kawa~ inspiration #1
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yrae
Title~ Pain before Pleasure
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine~
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration #1. No~ 15min fic as yet, so I've made my own. Hah >D Go join! You know~ you want~ to~~
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Yamin was just finishing rolling up a newly washed bandage when a young boy, no more than ten, appeared at the doorway. His wide, dark eyes shifted tentatively from one healer to another, refusing to focus on Yamin. It was plain that he didn’t know whether he really wanted to be in the healing house or not.
The boy was definitely in pain, as was evidenced by the way he so delicately cradled his left arm. Dark purple bruises were already forming on his forearm, and his hand hung limp over the crook of his right elbow.
The healer laid her rolled-up bandage down with the others and made her way carefully to the door, making sure not to startle the already terrified boy. She crouched down before him and looked into his worried eyes, but still he refused to look back. Gently, she laid a hand on his shoulders, causing him to flinch slightly, and ushered him inside the healing house.
She could feel his skin shivering under her touch, and sighed quietly to herself. At least he’d had the courage to come here, instead of thinking his arm would heal itself.
She caught Nanuka’s eyes to assist her, then sat the young boy down on one of the smaller bed-blocks. He rested his swollen arm in his lap, fingers twitching slightly, and began sucking his other thumb, his eyes darting watchfully from one healer to another.
Yamin looked at his arm, lying limply in his lap. She could almost see the dark purple bruises spread over the swollen flesh. It seemed to be bent slightly as well.
Dealing with a warrior’s broken bone was something Yamin did almost monthly. They all knew how the healer’s magic worked. They knew the shock of pain as the bone knitted itself together only lasted a few heartbeats, and that the tingling like pins and needles in their fingers would be gone within the hour. Warriors, so much more used to pain, were able to grit their teeth and bare it.
Ten-year-old boys were an entirely different matter.
She took a deep breath and laid her fingers on her young patient’s arm, running them over the skin with barely the weight of a feather. As expected, the boy flinched, glancing down at Yamin’s pale fingers.
Yamin cupped his chin with one hand, trying to make him look at her eyes, but still he refused.
“It’s okay,” Nanuka told him calmly, gripping his shoulders reassuringly. “This will hurt a little bit, but it will all be over in a few heartbeats, okay?”
The boy made no indication that he’d heard. Yamin patted his shoulder reassuringly, then wrapped her hands loosely around the broken arm, allowing the cool blue magic of the yrae stone to flow through her fingertips and into the bone.
The boy let out a scream that would have curdled the blood of everyone in the palace, possibly even some people outside the walls. Without Nanuka holding him, he would have undoubtedly run from the healing house, his arm only half healed. As it was, he was only able to wrench his arm back, and Yamin’s fingers, still latched onto the swollen flesh, were able to finish their work.
She could feel the bone moulding itself back together with the help of the yrae magic. Even when she finally drew her fingers away and she knew there was no more pain, the young boy continued to scream his throat hoarse. She longed to take the boy in her arms and comfort him, but she knew she had made him uncomfortable even before she had worked her magic, so she left that task to Nanuka and crossed to the other side of the room to recuperate. Healing broken bones took a lot out of her.
One of the other healers patted her on the back. “He’ll appreciate it tomorrow,” the older woman told her.
Yamin smiled weakly and nodded. At least she could take that comfort.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine~
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration #1. No~ 15min fic as yet, so I've made my own. Hah >D Go join! You know~ you want~ to~~
Yamin was just finishing rolling up a newly washed bandage when a young boy, no more than ten, appeared at the doorway. His wide, dark eyes shifted tentatively from one healer to another, refusing to focus on Yamin. It was plain that he didn’t know whether he really wanted to be in the healing house or not.
The boy was definitely in pain, as was evidenced by the way he so delicately cradled his left arm. Dark purple bruises were already forming on his forearm, and his hand hung limp over the crook of his right elbow.
The healer laid her rolled-up bandage down with the others and made her way carefully to the door, making sure not to startle the already terrified boy. She crouched down before him and looked into his worried eyes, but still he refused to look back. Gently, she laid a hand on his shoulders, causing him to flinch slightly, and ushered him inside the healing house.
She could feel his skin shivering under her touch, and sighed quietly to herself. At least he’d had the courage to come here, instead of thinking his arm would heal itself.
She caught Nanuka’s eyes to assist her, then sat the young boy down on one of the smaller bed-blocks. He rested his swollen arm in his lap, fingers twitching slightly, and began sucking his other thumb, his eyes darting watchfully from one healer to another.
Yamin looked at his arm, lying limply in his lap. She could almost see the dark purple bruises spread over the swollen flesh. It seemed to be bent slightly as well.
Dealing with a warrior’s broken bone was something Yamin did almost monthly. They all knew how the healer’s magic worked. They knew the shock of pain as the bone knitted itself together only lasted a few heartbeats, and that the tingling like pins and needles in their fingers would be gone within the hour. Warriors, so much more used to pain, were able to grit their teeth and bare it.
Ten-year-old boys were an entirely different matter.
She took a deep breath and laid her fingers on her young patient’s arm, running them over the skin with barely the weight of a feather. As expected, the boy flinched, glancing down at Yamin’s pale fingers.
Yamin cupped his chin with one hand, trying to make him look at her eyes, but still he refused.
“It’s okay,” Nanuka told him calmly, gripping his shoulders reassuringly. “This will hurt a little bit, but it will all be over in a few heartbeats, okay?”
The boy made no indication that he’d heard. Yamin patted his shoulder reassuringly, then wrapped her hands loosely around the broken arm, allowing the cool blue magic of the yrae stone to flow through her fingertips and into the bone.
The boy let out a scream that would have curdled the blood of everyone in the palace, possibly even some people outside the walls. Without Nanuka holding him, he would have undoubtedly run from the healing house, his arm only half healed. As it was, he was only able to wrench his arm back, and Yamin’s fingers, still latched onto the swollen flesh, were able to finish their work.
She could feel the bone moulding itself back together with the help of the yrae magic. Even when she finally drew her fingers away and she knew there was no more pain, the young boy continued to scream his throat hoarse. She longed to take the boy in her arms and comfort him, but she knew she had made him uncomfortable even before she had worked her magic, so she left that task to Nanuka and crossed to the other side of the room to recuperate. Healing broken bones took a lot out of her.
One of the other healers patted her on the back. “He’ll appreciate it tomorrow,” the older woman told her.
Yamin smiled weakly and nodded. At least she could take that comfort.