~enter~ -- Venhydra Infirmary

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Date Posted: 15:10:05 10/04/01 Thu
Author: Fyre
Subject: ~enter~

~she enters quickly and begins rummaging around through the room, finding supplies. Bandages, medicines, disinfectants... And a spare set of plain clothes, much like the ones she's wearing, only the spare set isn't torn and being gradually stained by blood from recently aquired injuries... Turning her left arm, she notices a large gash there too... Stupid wolf.
Going off into a small room, she quickly tends to her wounds and dons the set of clothing. A simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt that she'd stashed there earlier. She sighs sadly at her injuries, listing several instantly. The wrist-arm gash, a few severe cuts on her legs, several other less severe cuts - but nothing small - on her arms and left side, and the piece de resistance, the massive gash on her right side. It was the one that was bleeding heavily, although another gash on her left thigh and the gash on her left arm weren't that sluggish either. Bandaging them up to the best of her ability before dressing, she knew they'd be fine. She sat against the wall in the small room, leaning back against it for support. She'd been in worse situations, cut up worse than this, with less sophisticated medical technology and survived easily. Why not now?
She was one to refuse magical or advanced technological help. It wasn't her in the least. She wasn't that fond of being rearranged internally or externally by magic or odd devices, and avoided it at all costs. She took a painkiller shortly after getting up, then left the room, trashing the clothes she had been previously wearing, and walking out of the room looking remotely fine, except for a small cut running across one cheek - one that had stopped bleeding and was small, really. It was just below her right eye, along her cheekbone, and was symbolic to how close that stupid wolf got to taking out her eye. She was also limping a bit, but that didn't stall her any...~

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