Episode Three - Baggage
"Yeah." Kelly agreed with Harry but didn't really elaborate, she didn't feel the need to. She was still processing it. She'd been very, very young when the world ended and just barely remembered the World That Was, it was like a pleasant, golden dream she couldn't properly remember because she was so young. That was before Thockmorton, before being loaded into trucks and taken from one hospital tent to another, before the horrible sight of the officer executing both of her parents...
She shook her head, no point in reliving that for the 1,847,651st time, it never changed. The point was Kelly had lived a hard existence for the parts of her life she could actually remember. And even that hadn't prepared her for the hell she relived in that vision, it was a different kind of hell outside her experience.
"I think we all got it... Crowboy, get something clean and clamp down on Dean's shoulder there. Just put pressure on the wound, I'll get to it next. You might as well learn."
Kelly's "medical" skills were mostly self taught despite her parentage, she'd been too young to really understand what it was they were doing in a lot of cases, but the hygiene, handling and basic practices had sort of leaked into her skill set. Still, her approach to "medicine" was improvised and done without proper tools, supplies or facilities and her bedside manner would horrify any proper doctor. But, as Kelly had experienced so many times, she was often all there was to be had.
It fit in well with her Templar training though. The ability to heal miraculously was precious and should be used as the last resort, Connor had always stressed. It wasn't until Kelly saw someone die in the tents outside Denver who probably could have been helped by the magic, who she couldn't help out of sheer exhaustion of said ability, that she understood that lesson properly.
However she was not optimistic here, she was not quite right herself and she was trying to help someone else.
lol so let's try mundane healing first, though I don't like the odds between the Fatigue penalty and the wound penalty (of the patient, not Kelly).
I have no idea how this affects our Supply either.
07:53, Today: Kelly MacLeod rolled 5,1 using d6-2,d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of (6+1)7,3. Healing.
Fortunately, once she got it cleaned, it wasn't as bad as it looked initially. There actually wasn't a lot to be done for something like this, but the good news was it would heal up pretty well on its own if Fletcher didn't aggravate it. She debated, but ultimately opted for a small suture, asking Harry to provide his non-saw appendage for something for Fletcher to both brace himself on and grab very tightly as she sewed on him.
"All right switch off Crowboy. Go refill that bowl with some of the boiled water while I look at what we're dealing with here and get rid of this stuff with Fletcher's blood in it. Fletch, put on some pants. Oh and favor the other leg for a while. Give the stitches a couple of days, I'll cut it out when you're ready."
Kelly leaned over Dean's shoulder.
"Criminy. That really does look like a bullet wound, but... it also kind of doesn't. That's weird dude."
08:04, Today: Kelly MacLeod rolled 3,1 using d6-2,d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 5,3. Healing AGAIN.
WHAMP WHAMP
Kelly took the time to clean it mostly to show Crowboy how. "Don't poke the patient too much it hurts, but if they get too uppity you might have to apply the sedative." She balled up her fist. "But that just creates more work for you it's sort of self defeating. Ugh that's a nasty one, that went in deep for a through and through. Dammit Dean how'd you manage to get a wound like that? Never mind. All right there's not much you can do for something like this with your own hands."
She gave Crowboy a look like a strict nun, folded her hands over the wound, and prayed.
"You restored me to health and let me live. Surely it was for my benefit that I suffered such anguish. In your love you kept me from the pit of destruction; you have put all my sins behind your back.”
It had a double meaning of course, well, a triple meaning because it was a dig at Crowboy too.
3 Power Points spent...
08:11, Today: Kelly MacLeod rolled 2,4 using d8-1,d6-1, rerolling max with rolls of 3,5. Faith.
And there we go, magicallyed away.
"Amen." And almost irreverently, she snapped at Crowboy again. "Pop quiz, why do we lay on hands last and not first!?"
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