Fantasy Lords of the Caribbean Seas

[Cuddly Kraken]

Emilia scowled. "Emory, for Jones' sake, look at yourself! You're clearly not fine! So get over it and get down to the sick bay. Pretending's not going to heal your damned shoulder," Emilia scolded. She knew of Emory's tendency to stay away from the sick bay, but this was no time to be picky. He was losing blood fast, and swaying on his feet. His darker skin looked sickly pale, and this worried Emilia. How much blood had he lost already? Huffing, Emilia grabbed for his hand and then saw that he had rope burn on both palms, most likely from playing lookout and getting down quickly before when they had encountered enemy sailors. Sighing at this injury atop of everything else, Emilie instead grabbed his arm and tugged him lightly towards the direction of the sick bay.

 

[dawnfire321]

Emory tried to fight, but soon gave up. She let Emilia tug her into the sickbay. There was no exit wound, so that meant that the bullet was still lodged in Emory's shoulder. She couldn't leave it. And the wound would need to be cleaned or else she'd risk infection. She just had to hope that the bandages binding her breasts would be left alone.