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โHi, you've reached Haruno Sakura. If this is a medical emergency, please leave your name, location, and a brief description of the injuries.โ
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๏ผ ooc; if you'd like to handwave her healing/helping your character, feel free to reply and just put HANDWAVED in the subject line. helps me keep track! ๏ผ
๏ผ ooc; if you'd like to handwave her healing/helping your character, feel free to reply and just put HANDWAVED in the subject line. helps me keep track! ๏ผ
gently godmodes this...
Date: 2022-10-31 09:02 pm (UTC)Don't worry. We'll get you sorted out, okay?
๏ผ her tone is gently reassuring, as she tests the temperature first of the skin nearest the wound with one hand, and then against his forehead with the back of her other wrist. the difference is worrying, certainly, but without the vivid striations of infection that tend to afflict humans it's hard to gauge.
so instead of trying with the help of limited senses, she closes her eyes. chakra is invisible to those who have none themselves, so when it eclipses her hand the only thing he will be aware of is the way it feels. she shifts her palm over the wound, and he may experience a flood like the cool rush of spring, winter-kissed but warmed by the sun — a sense of invigorating newness. fresh water and all things green and growing.
with the chakra, she reaches out along the various leylines of his body, charting the injury, the pathways of infection and the worst of the damage. healing with chakra is about using the natural energies of the body to encourage growth, but it's harder with the way her abilities are blunted now. and she has to take care, too, with the way his body differs from what she's used to.
it's a slow process, overall. tedious. time ticks by, and she remains in meditative stillness, eyes closed as she works. clearing out the infection is paramount — a wound will heal on its own given time, but she doesn't want to waste her energy on healing it first and finding she has no chakra left to deal with the agonizing crawl of heat along his veins.
and slowly, slowly, the flesh begins to knit itself back together. beads of sweat form on her brow, and her expression — initially neutral — becomes gradually more troubled as she continues on.
she isn't able to fix it completely. but she's given it a solid week's worth of natural healing in a markedly smaller timeframe, and by the time she opens her eyes with a faint frown of self-directed annoyance, her chakra gutters out. a sharp exhale, then, and — ๏ผ
I think that's about all I can manage for now. How does it feel?
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Date: 2022-11-01 12:14 pm (UTC)Heโs fearful of losing all mobility of his hand, especially nowadays. Augustine is in a process of not only fixing up his newly acquired home here but also working hard to create a small floral boutique at the harbor. The dhampir purposely kept himself busy since arriving here, doing whatever odd job available on the noticeboard. Losing his hand because of this self-inflicted wound would place him in grave jeopardy. Heโll have to figure out another means of tapping into his special brand of magic but until then, he would like to keep his hand, please.
While the table was dusted off clean by him earlier, the white sheet is much more agreeable against his skin. He remains silent as Sakura studies the wound, his eyes never leaving her as she works her magic. For the life of him, Augustine canโt figure out what sort of magic sheโs using. He's a trained mage, you know. An umbran mage, at that. He should be able to detect whatever brand of magic sheโs using on him but for some oddity, he cannot. Augustine can certainly feel this strange magic working on him but he canโt seem to comprehend how it works.
Maybe itโs because they come from two different worlds? That certainly seems like a likely hypothesis all things considered. The laws of magic would differ from world to world judging on its inhabitants. While thereโs something oddly familiar about the magic Sakura is using on him, it still feels quite foreign nonetheless.
He feels strangely invigorated now, almost as if he took a sip of cold freshwater. It has an almost minty sensation to it, this underlining coolness that borders upon warm and cold. This odd sensation helps to quell the fiery bite of his wound, mending it slowly. Itโs then that Augustine takes his gaze off her in favor of watching how his flesh starts to regenerate. Bit by bit, the flesh neatly begins to meld together. The severed tendons are made whole after several attempts followed by the bluish flesh that follows. A few droplets of blood dots the sheet as Sakura works her magic, the wound is slightly agitated as Augustine regains circulation within his wounded hand. The heat that once emanated from the wound is now cooled but itโs not fully healed just yet.]
It hurts. [He mutters as he flexes his hand a little.] But itโs a good kind of hurt.
[A sigh of relief escapes Augustine as he looks at the jagged cut. Itโs no longer a deep gory gash anymore but rather a more manageable nasty cut. This is something he can handle without much worry.]
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Date: 2022-11-01 02:16 pm (UTC)๏ผ her tone is gentle, but chiding nonetheless. if he'd come to her a week ago, she probably could have healed it all in one go. minding the infection ate the bulk of her time and attention. ๏ผ
I wasn't sure if it would help, but I did bring, um —
๏ผ she rummages around in her musette bag, and then almost shyly places a bottle of blood in the middle of the table between them. ๏ผ
I'm O+, so I've been keeping some of my own blood on hand since it's useful for surgeries and in situations where bloodloss has affected a patient to the point they need a transfusion.
๏ผ not a universal donor, but it's still widely accepted across a broad range of other positive types. ๏ผ
If you need it.
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Date: 2022-11-02 01:14 am (UTC)[He promises as he reaches over for something to staunch the bleeding. While the wound itself still aches, it's at least a damn sight better than it was earlier. Just when he was about to wrap the bandages around his hand, Augustine's eyes suddenly grow large once Sakura presents her "gift" to him. He stares down at the vial of blood with alarm, his eyes darkening in hue at the promise of that sweet delectable nectar.
It's been too long since he last drunk the blood of the living. Far too long. While it's not unlike him to fast for long periods at a time, Augustine is practically starving himself. He stares at the vial for a moment before hesitantly reaching for it with quivering fingers.]
โฆA-Are you certain about this, Sakura?
[He's at a loss for words right now. Never in his life has anyone offered their blood to him so freely. He feels terrible that the young woman would go through such lengths for his sake but at the same time, he's absolutely famished.]
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Date: 2022-11-02 01:23 pm (UTC)Of course. I told you when we met, didn't I? It's fine.
๏ผ ... after a moment, though, she does reach to help him, gently shooing him away from the bandages and dressing so she can take up the work of caring for it. ๏ผ
Just do me a favour and don't drink it in front of me. I'm still coming to terms with being a fountain pop!
๏ผ a joke... it's a joke. ๏ผ
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Date: 2022-11-03 09:19 pm (UTC)Thatโs probably the worst joke youโve told yet.
[He teases in return as she redoes his bandages. Sakura is much more efficient at this than he is, then again she has ample experience on her side and the use of both hands.]
Nevertheless, you have my sincerest gratitude.
[True to his word, Augustine hasnโt bitten anyone since arriving here to the Netherworld. He held up to his end of the bargain but not without much sacrifice. Thereโs enough horrors here for everyone and he doesnโt want to add to it.]
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Date: 2022-11-04 12:43 am (UTC)๏ผ casual self-deprecation at your service. but she finishes with the wrapping, neatly pinning the bandage once she's finished checking the tension. ๏ผ
And you're welcome. You can owe me a meal later too, how about that?