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Amberflaxus11
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Galen frowned as he neared the building again, his satchel over one shoulder. Why were so many people running about? Anxiety revealing itself in sharp movements, his stride lengthened and his breath began to deepen as he entered the building, and his good eye narrowed to see Francesca standing near a cot with an injured man lying on it. Damn. The hunters, warriors, and gatherers should have just entered the forest! He should have been back with plenty of time. Hurriedly, he set the sack down on a nearby table before rushing forwards, his breath hissing out at the severity of the wound. "How long has he been injured?" he asked, already moving to the back of the room. The bleeding in the man's side was sluggish now, and he was pale, showing signs of shock.To stop bleeding, a tincture of horsetail or witch hazel. He nearly knocked the pot over in haste, and quickly dropped a bandage in to soak before moving back to the wounded man, gently easing an uncomfortably hard cushion under his feet to pull blood back to the body's center. It couldn't be helped for the moment; if the bleeding wasn't stopped soon, he'd die. He pulled the cloth bandage back out of the solution, and after a moment's hesitation grabbed an old bottle of iodine as well. Though the material was in precious short supply, such a bad wound needed it.He poured a small amount of iodine on the bandage, rinsing the wound quickly with the horsetail solution before wrapping it with the long bandage, ignoring the man's sounds of discomfort as much as possible. "What the hell happened?" he snapped, unwisely transducting his surprise and agitation into anger. "The early morning is the only time that I can gather herbs; how did he get hurt almost as soon as he left the village?"