And Your Name Was?

Writers: Chelle, Heather
Date Posted: 18th February 2014

Characters: Barenziah, Chupsin
Description: Barenziah needs the healer's assistance
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 5, day 10 of Turn 7

Barenziah

Barenziah's face was pinched as she walked quickly down the hallway to
the infirmary. She had been throwing blades with her brother, just as
Rynthian had shown her, but when she had reared back the blade had
slipped and sliced her deeply across the palm. Her brother, just a
guard, had sent her off in the direction of the healers promptly while
he returned to duty.

"Excuse me?" Barenziah called as she walked into the infirmary.

"Aye?" Chupsin said before he turned around. The journeyman was in the
process of measuring something carefully.

Barenziah had her left hand cupped beneath her right, which was dripping
blood, "Er, yes, I seem to have cut myself."

Putting down his things carefully, he turned to her and quickly assessed the
situation. "Oh for Faranth's sake." He directed her to the nearby table and put
some cloth underneath her hand so it could drip into it for a change.
Then Chupsin tied another tightly to use as a tourniquet. Waiting for
the blood flow to decrease, he watched her. "When it slows up, I'm
going to clean it. It's going to burn some."

The red head nodded, her fair skin looking even more possibly white as
she drew her eyes up from her hand to the healer, "Oh, yes, thank you." Normally
she was fine around blood... When it wasn't her own. She blinked
rapidly, was the room spinning?

Moving, Chupsin sat her onto a chair and then cleaned the wound
quickly with some solution. That done, he numbweeded her hand and
started to slowly stitch it back together. "Look at the wall and think
of something pleasant." Realizing he didn't know her name, he tried to
do it as quick as possible.

Think of something pleasant? Barenziah stared at the wall, scrunching
her face up as she tried to dredge up one pleasant thought. All she
could think about was the pulling motion as the thread wove in and out
of her palm. "Ugh." She groaned as her free hand came up to support
her forehead.

"Hey at least the numbweed means you can't feel it." Chupsin's neat
sutures pulled her skin back together. When he was done, he knotted
then cut off the thread. Stitches done, it was time to put some salve
on it and then cover it with a bandage. "I'll give you some of this
salve. You'll need to apply twice a day to reduce the scarring and to
make it heal faster. And keep it clean and bandaged."

No she couldn't feel the pain but that didn't make her head keep from
spinning or her stomach from feelings as if she were about to lose her
lunch. Still, she
supposed that not every healer had great bedside manner as long as
they did their job, "Salve... Twice a day... Clean and bandaged." She
said with a nod to show that she was listening.

"Good. Close your eyes." He knew some people were put off by the
smell. Blood, numbweed, and salve could be a heady combination. Some
people got ill just by coming into the Infirmary. His solution was to
be as quick as possible to shorten the encounter. Walking away to get
clean bandages and the salve in question, he returned. "You're almost
done." Quick hands didn't take long to get her salved
and bandaged. Chupsin pulled back and didn't say a word for a few moments.

The man had never told her that she could open her eyes again so after
a moment she peeked open one blue eye, "Is it done?"

He smiled at her reaction. Tourniquet made an appearance, landing on
the empty chair nearby. The bronze was used to fetching for his master
and waited to see if he was needed. "Aye it's done. No more playing
with knives for you though."

"Not for a while at least," she managed a small smile at this, "my
brother works with the guard so he is always showing me something
new."

"You'd think he'd know to use blunt blades then. Promise me you'll at
least consider gloves." Chupsin didn't think marks on young women's
hands were all that appealing. The hard working ones all had them but
otherwise it was not something for gentle bred women.

Barenziah automatically frowned. How dare he make such an arrogant
assumption. This healer knew nothing about her or her brother, "It was
a throwing blade and he _does_ know how to use them." Standing she
flicked her fiery hair over her shoulder, "Thank you, once again." She
said before taking her leave. She hadn't caught the man's name and
frankly didn't care if she ever did.

Chupsin almost laughed at her insulted look but that wasn't
professional. Clearly
she didn't know how to use them or she wouldn't cut herself. And the
brother should have known that, therefore substituting blunt blades
for sharp ones. Ah well. **My lot is always to be stitching those who
cannot help themselves**

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