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Post by Trey on Nov 18, 2006 21:42:24 GMT -5
A stern look lay solumn on Douglas' face, "If need be, amputate it. But know that he will get 800 eightpence for the trouble, and not be able to earn as much for the rest of his life." The scotsman strode towards the door, having made his captain wait too long already. McDougle stopped at the doorway, an arm, the bicep as big as any man's head, resting on the frame, "And when you can move him.. let him get some fresh air above." The first mate turned to look at the four dealing with such a solumn task, "And Edwin. Get that woman something to eat," He paused, wording his next carefully, the inhabitants were already on edge,"We have a few spare rations now, and I'd rather her have them than them go to waste."
McDougle left as quickly as he came. He quickly entered where the cept the line and sails and reached for one marked with a tie of blue fabric. It marked the correct length of rope, and throwing it over his arm, Douglas exited the storeroom, the hallway, and strode across the deck, straight into the captain's quarters, where the two captains were, just as he had left them.
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Post by lor344 on Nov 18, 2006 22:28:52 GMT -5
Kathrine draws her hand back slowly, his threats did not unsettle her. She had received death threats daily. No it would take more than harsh words and actions to get a point across clearly.
She merely smiles to Cadiz "As you say my lord" she replies lightly, the meaning could be taken either sarcastically or seriously and her face gave no indication as to which it was.
Slowly she scoots away, she was not needed at the moment and her presence was not making their delicate surgery any easier. Rising up and glancing once more to the company she trails away, kneeling beside some other sailor and lightly stroking his forhead while she re-wrapped his soiled bandages. Disgusting. These men were patheic. But at lesat she was not in majoy trouble yet...
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Post by starvingartist on Nov 19, 2006 15:44:54 GMT -5
Skye looked up, a deadly glare sweeping the room.
"If you're not going to help then get out," she said angrily. "This is going to be hard enough as it is."
The saw was taking its sweet time heating up still, and she was unimpressed with the trouble being caused. She didn't need this sort of grief in the ward, not now. It was going hard enough as it was. Worse yet, she knew she was developing a grudging respect for Cadiz and his bravado, for all that she couldn't stand his attitude. He was here for these men, at least. Thinking of the other men in the ward brought her earlier patient to mind, and she gestured to the other woman.
"Mouse - come here," she ordered.
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Post by lor344 on Nov 19, 2006 17:28:50 GMT -5
Kathrine looks slowly over to the other woman in the room, icy blue eyes scanning her briefly before rising up and over to her. She wasnt exactly tall and definately not built very well, she was somehwat scawny and shallow but she stood firm as she looked to Skye. A small smile plays on the teenager's lips and she gives a light bow "Yes?" she inquires in just above a whisper.
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Post by starvingartist on Nov 19, 2006 23:48:04 GMT -5
"That man there," she gestured with her head. "Needs a pain test admitted. Take a sharp needle, sanitize it, and pierce his left index finger. Gague his reaction, and tell me."
She had to admit, as much as she could dislike people at times, she was grateful to have assistance. And was that a hint of white she saw?
((I'm home! *joy*))
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Post by lor344 on Nov 20, 2006 0:33:24 GMT -5
Kathrine nods obediently and turns off. Skye seemed nice enough to her and it was areleif to know there were more than just men on this ship. That at least gave her a bit of comfort. Soon she finds a spare needle and goes over to the fire where she was heating the saw and places the needle near a glowing coal. She couldnt touch the needle to it or it would become filthy with soot. After several moments of heating she retracts the glowing needle and makes her way slowly over to the indicated patient. She was about to prick his finger before stopping suddenly and simply staring to his pained body, her own motionless and her eyes distant.
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Post by lor344 on Nov 20, 2006 0:33:39 GMT -5
((hint of white?))
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Post by Trey on Nov 20, 2006 1:55:37 GMT -5
((The saw's getting hotter.*Or so Trey guesses*))
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Post by starvingartist on Nov 20, 2006 11:14:01 GMT -5
((Yeah, she's waiting for it to heat up enough that a) it will cut cleanly and b) it sort of cautarizes as she cuts. I'm unsure of whether or not the saw would actually survive, but for the purposes at hand let's just say it does ^^ ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png) )
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Post by Trey on Nov 20, 2006 15:35:53 GMT -5
((Sounds like a plan to me.))
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Post by Clover on Nov 20, 2006 16:01:43 GMT -5
The man wrapped in his grasp gave a small, automatic twitch, and though Cadiz knew it was simply muscles shifting and readjusting themselves, it gave him the hope that this man could recover. But with that movement came another waft of putrid flesh, and Cadiz felt his stomach lurch against the scent.
How noxious, and the man, McDougle, really believed that the money was a factor. How very abhorrable---and then, speaking of abhorrable. His mind drifted now, as it was wont to do, over the other members of the room. The sounds of pain had faded to a mere background noise, and he focused on each healer in turn.
Ed, capable as always, and willing to compromise. He'd known the ship's surgeon for a while, and had him pegged as a mild mannered fellow. This was good, for their purposes. Skye, he was less set on--he believed, now, that she was capable and competent. The temper of a harpy and enough swagger to set even a pirate to shame. But again, she was snappish. The last of their motley little gang was Mouse, and her, he could not stand. Her eyes were too cold, too calculating--and he didn't like that which he could not read. Of which she, it appeared, was one.
Skye's words brought him out of his mental wanderings, and he blinked at her. "The saw? White? Well then, shall we hurry? Though this injury is greivous, it is hardly the only one of this magnitude, and we'd best move fast if we want to save any more."
He shrugged, gray eyes lowering to the similarily gray face of the man before him. "As is it, we may have taken longer then this one possesses."
And a cessation of movement caught his attention. Mouse had moved, and then had stopped, stock still, with a still-glowing needle grasped in her hand. She seemed to be dreaming, and this set Cadiz's teeth on edge, and soured his tone further.
"You! Mouse! Hurry and administer the pain test, or I will personally see to it that you see the far side of the ship's wake." Of course he had no official power to do so, but heaven help him, if this girl's daydreamings lost that man his life, he'd risk tribunal and toss her over himself. She was just a stow-away anyways, who would miss her?
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Post by lor344 on Nov 20, 2006 18:57:55 GMT -5
She was not listening to idle conversation in the background. She sat poised, still staring ahead. What was she doing? Was this not different than had been administered to her not long ago? An involunatry shudder runs up her spine at the thought and she exhales deeply, slowly becoming wary fo her surroundings. blue hues trail over to Cadiz and narrow at the sight of him. She had a few words for him to be true but she bit back her tongue, for now it would be best to assume her position as the lowly stowaway; the mouse.
She looks back to him and pricks his finger, a small droplette of blood making itself known. The blood trickes down his hand and she promptly wipes it up for him, the room was already bloody enough. The patient winces and draws back his hand ever so slightly, it looked as though that was as much as he could move it. Satsified she returns to Skye's side, completely ignoring Cadiz now, perhaps it was best not to aknowledge him now. He over reacted it wasnt as though he was going to die right then and there. Besides she had only faltered for a few moments. Leaning closer but out of the way she glances back to the patient "He could definately feel it, the needle and the pain. He can't move too much though be the looks of things" she replies lightly, her english coming in slow and smoothly so she could be completely understood. Lack of communication was the last thing they needed.
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Post by starvingartist on Nov 20, 2006 21:50:07 GMT -5
Skye nodded.
"Good - test the other arm," she said. "All fingers."
She was very concerned by his lack of reaction to the cleaning of his wound. Nerve damage was irreparable onboard a ship like this, and she was not one to be heavy on the saw. SHe was unsure of the other surgeon, however. She had met many men who's final diagnosis for anything would be to remove the offending limb. Shaking her head, she placed the candles around the bedside - leaving one to the side, and placing the cauter in the flame - and gingerly held out the handle of the saw. The core was white, barely, but she didn't want to wait any longer and risk the integrity of her tools.
"Move," she ordered Cadiz, "settle yourself on his torso as best you can without hurting him."
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Nov 20, 2006 21:56:10 GMT -5
For a moment, Ed had feared the little mouse would have a panic attack, and then where would they be? "Is that saw about ready." He ventured, his gaze sweeping the room and the rest of his patients. He hated spending so much time on just one.
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Post by starvingartist on Nov 20, 2006 21:59:05 GMT -5
"No, I want you to stare at it until the heat dispels," she snapped, shaking it gently, "take this, so I can secure his head."
She paused and, as almost an afterthought said:
"Please."
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