PJ-Flash
BANG BANG!
Finch fidgeted in his seat, head swimming and throat on fire. His voice was hoarse when he thanked Gillie and now he couldn't wheeze a word, gnawing on the hardtack but not favoring the taste. He had no ties to any of these people; he shouldn't let himself be consumed by grief any longer! Finch battled with himself over this as he stared into the flicker of the flames. People die every day, in horrifying manner by horrifying beasts. Though she had status as sheriff, to Finch, Alysha was a temporary co-worker, sans any of the small talk. He'd spoken to one-off customers more frequently than he'd interacted with Nemeia. The two of them should have been nobody, yet the images of their mangled bodies tore at his eyes like sandpaper and refused to leave.
Ash sat down next to Finch, jostling him to attention. Her leg. His gaze flicked to the mess of muscle and bone. He choked back the urge to gag - a raw, iron-tinged scent floated among the thick smell of smoke. Though his body felt weighed down and tired, Finch forced himself to reach for the backpack at his feet, fingers fumbling around until they reach a roll of cloth. Not proper bandaging, and certainly not for an open wound, but with little else in his possession, Finch had to make the best of it. The limb must be amputated if they couldn't reach professional help in time. Caused by the filthy, disease-ridden maw of that wolf and gone this far without treatment, avoiding infection would be impossible. Preferably, he could dab the area with a wet section of the cloth to clean it as best as he can before it is wrapped. That or pour the flask of alcohol into it, which he assumed could be problematic for everyone involved. A drink with low alcohol content can do very little other than irritate the wound. With the makeshift bandage, Finch pulled a tin of drinking water and a vial filled with red liquid from his bag. The small bottle was an effective painkiller, a brew tried and perfected but only available in small quantity. Drinking the mixture would slightly numb the nerves in the body and alter the way the brain recognises pain for around twenty minutes. It works, but it can have some side effects - dizziness, headache, or a rash if the recipient reacts strangely with it.
Finch set the tin and the vial on the ground and kept the roll of cloth cradled in his hands. He brought his eyes up toward Ash. "Now that we have a minute," he wasn't quite sure how to approach her. Ash, even in pain and dripping venom, radiated such regality and importance that next to her Finch felt quite small. He cleared his throat as it began to constrict. "We should cover your wound. If we're lucky it'll hold until Glewick."
Ash sat down next to Finch, jostling him to attention. Her leg. His gaze flicked to the mess of muscle and bone. He choked back the urge to gag - a raw, iron-tinged scent floated among the thick smell of smoke. Though his body felt weighed down and tired, Finch forced himself to reach for the backpack at his feet, fingers fumbling around until they reach a roll of cloth. Not proper bandaging, and certainly not for an open wound, but with little else in his possession, Finch had to make the best of it. The limb must be amputated if they couldn't reach professional help in time. Caused by the filthy, disease-ridden maw of that wolf and gone this far without treatment, avoiding infection would be impossible. Preferably, he could dab the area with a wet section of the cloth to clean it as best as he can before it is wrapped. That or pour the flask of alcohol into it, which he assumed could be problematic for everyone involved. A drink with low alcohol content can do very little other than irritate the wound. With the makeshift bandage, Finch pulled a tin of drinking water and a vial filled with red liquid from his bag. The small bottle was an effective painkiller, a brew tried and perfected but only available in small quantity. Drinking the mixture would slightly numb the nerves in the body and alter the way the brain recognises pain for around twenty minutes. It works, but it can have some side effects - dizziness, headache, or a rash if the recipient reacts strangely with it.
Finch set the tin and the vial on the ground and kept the roll of cloth cradled in his hands. He brought his eyes up toward Ash. "Now that we have a minute," he wasn't quite sure how to approach her. Ash, even in pain and dripping venom, radiated such regality and importance that next to her Finch felt quite small. He cleared his throat as it began to constrict. "We should cover your wound. If we're lucky it'll hold until Glewick."