kawa~ inspiration #32
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Title~ Fatigue
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Charries are mine~ fic is mine~ this is mine~
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 32. I don't know who the blade archer is, some random bastard, probably from First Company =P *smacks that bitch up*
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Yamin wove her way back through the stone blocks of the healing house, unrolling a calico bandage as she went.
The blade archer eyed the bandage carefully. “You couldn’t just, you know, give it a magic touch, could you?” he asked, “I don’t think I’ll be able to train on it like that.”
The healer shook her head, trying desperately to keep her smile ‘apologetic’ rather than slipping to ‘withering’ as she felt it would. In the end she gave up and bent down to tend the blade archer’s sprained ankle. She’d already healed a broken bone and ridded another patient of spider venom, and the strain of it had almost sent her unconscious. She wasn’t about to knock herself out for a sprained ankle that would probably be fine by the end of the day anyway.
The blade archer sighed dramatically. “That’s okay,” he lamented. “Thanks anyway.”
Yamin did nothing, just wrapped his ankle up as fast as she could to prevent herself from slapping the guy in the face.
Once he’d made a display of hobbling out of the healing house, Yamin sat on the floor with her back against the bed block, eyes closed so she could focus on nothing but her breathing and hopefully regain some strength.
One of the other healers sat down next to her. “I’m glad it was you tending him,” Nanuka told her ruefully, “If it had been me, he’d have left with two sprained ankles.”
Yamin laughed quietly, holding up her thumb and forefinger to demonstrate how close she’d come to doing the same.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take the rest of the day off? Or even lie down for a bit?”
Yamin smiled as she contemplated the idea, but shook her head.
“We’ll be fine here,” Nanuka persisted, “If all else fails we can send a messenger to fetch any of the other girls. Honestly, ‘min, you’ve been looking dead on your feet for the past hour.”
Yamin rolled her head to one side to raise her eyebrows at the older healer.
“Of course I’m sure,” Nanuka said in answer to her silent query, “Even if you are head healer, you can’t be on your feet for every hour of sunlight. There are fifty of us all together. We’ll be fine.”
The head healer sighed wistfully and forced herself to her feet, suddenly feeling even sleepier now that rest was promised. She hugged Nanuka in thanks, then trudged thankfully out of the healing house so she could fly up to her soft, welcoming bed.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Charries are mine~ fic is mine~ this is mine~
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 32. I don't know who the blade archer is, some random bastard, probably from First Company =P *smacks that bitch up*
Yamin wove her way back through the stone blocks of the healing house, unrolling a calico bandage as she went.
The blade archer eyed the bandage carefully. “You couldn’t just, you know, give it a magic touch, could you?” he asked, “I don’t think I’ll be able to train on it like that.”
The healer shook her head, trying desperately to keep her smile ‘apologetic’ rather than slipping to ‘withering’ as she felt it would. In the end she gave up and bent down to tend the blade archer’s sprained ankle. She’d already healed a broken bone and ridded another patient of spider venom, and the strain of it had almost sent her unconscious. She wasn’t about to knock herself out for a sprained ankle that would probably be fine by the end of the day anyway.
The blade archer sighed dramatically. “That’s okay,” he lamented. “Thanks anyway.”
Yamin did nothing, just wrapped his ankle up as fast as she could to prevent herself from slapping the guy in the face.
Once he’d made a display of hobbling out of the healing house, Yamin sat on the floor with her back against the bed block, eyes closed so she could focus on nothing but her breathing and hopefully regain some strength.
One of the other healers sat down next to her. “I’m glad it was you tending him,” Nanuka told her ruefully, “If it had been me, he’d have left with two sprained ankles.”
Yamin laughed quietly, holding up her thumb and forefinger to demonstrate how close she’d come to doing the same.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take the rest of the day off? Or even lie down for a bit?”
Yamin smiled as she contemplated the idea, but shook her head.
“We’ll be fine here,” Nanuka persisted, “If all else fails we can send a messenger to fetch any of the other girls. Honestly, ‘min, you’ve been looking dead on your feet for the past hour.”
Yamin rolled her head to one side to raise her eyebrows at the older healer.
“Of course I’m sure,” Nanuka said in answer to her silent query, “Even if you are head healer, you can’t be on your feet for every hour of sunlight. There are fifty of us all together. We’ll be fine.”
The head healer sighed wistfully and forced herself to her feet, suddenly feeling even sleepier now that rest was promised. She hugged Nanuka in thanks, then trudged thankfully out of the healing house so she could fly up to her soft, welcoming bed.