all you have to do is breathe

[greatestofthese]

Who: Charity Burbage and you!
What: An arrival.
Where: The arrival rooms, Valhalla Inn
When: Shundi evening.
Warnings: aaaaftermath of horrible violence???

Her first thought is this isn't what I expected death to feel like.

The second is: what the hell is this?

She seems to be in a small room—small enough to be called a cell, really, with a single table and all done up in an inoffensive green color.  It might be tile; her vision is fuzzy.  If this is the afterlife, it's a bit disappointing so far.

And her head is killing her. It sounds like someone's saying in her ear, but she can't quite make out the words through the ringing and in any case, who would be talking to her? It must be her imagination. She tries to make a movement to get up, but her limbs still won't respond.

...if she's dead, shouldn't she not be Petrified anymore? Well—that's getting a bit into the metaphysical. But still, all the same, what that might mean for her: somehow...

—she's still alive.

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[greatestofthese]

"Yes, fine." Not eloquent, but it'll do. It's a good question; most witches wouldn't have, but once as a young girl attending muggle primary school, she broke her leg on the playground and was rushed to the general hospital.

[controlledvariable]

"Okay good. That's good," It's been a while since she's had to practice her bedside manner, but she gives Charity a reassuring smile before she turns to the closet. Fortunately the pouches of her utility belt detach, and the three that keep first supplies in them are marked with little red crosses, so she has them off the pouch and on the bed in a few moments. They're still a little odd looking, but not quite as bad as a whole utility belt.

The syringe she pulls out is more like an epi pen than an actual syringe, but it means Steph doesn't have to fuss around with finding a vein, "This'll only hurt a little." As gently as she can, she pushes the needle into Charity's upper arm and depresses the button on top to administer the morphine.

[greatestofthese]

It'll take a while to work, but just having the morphine is a bit of a relief, though she does flinch a little bit at the needle—living in the world of magic means you don't get used to them.

"Thanks," she says, sighing. She's still working on catching up to the fact that against all odds, she seems to be safe now. "You a nurse, or something?"

[controlledvariable]

"Or something," Steph answers with a smile, carefully putting the needle away so she can dispose of it properly later, "I volunteered at a public clinic for a few years, and I spent a year in Africa working as a nurse."

"I'm going to put a splint on your fingers until you can get an x-ray. I don't want to risk moving them too much if they're broken," She wishes she had some actual finger splints, but she'd never bothered to keep them in her belt. But she's got medical tape, a credit card she doesn't need in Baedal, and a pair of scissors. With the credit card cut into strips, they'll make a decent temporary splint.