I shrugged as I supported him to the room, letting him get onto the bed. "It should be, but I won't know until I can really look at it." I said honestly, handing him a bottle of vodka. "Drink up, I need you drunk." I said seriously. "It'll help with the pain. And I'll need some cloves too." I said, going to a cupboard to get them and some cups. If they had been traveling for days, he might have the beginnings of blood poisoning, but leeches or a venesectomy would only make it worse. I took a knife and cut his pants leg, moving the fabric away to see how bad it was.
The arrow had gone into a muscle, but it wasn't as deep as it could be. Which meant while he'd have a full recovery, he'd need a lot of time to recover then exercise to get the muscle back. I got up and went to my wardrobe, finding a plain dress and heading out to Constance. "Put this on, you stand out. I'll find clothes for your brother as well."
August 3rd, 2014 at 06:35pm