Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140407143747/@comment-3293219-20140419194852

Manja carried Rowan through the open fields of County Cheydinhal, heading for the wilderness, to find her group's 'emergency cabin.' The Nord weighed tripple what Nepht weighed, due to the fact that he was taller and had a lot more muscle on him and was almost ready to drop to her knees by the time she reached the first tree of the forest.

Nepht trailed along behind her, constantly looking away, so that she didn't see any of the blood coming from Rowan's stomach and drenching Manja's shirt, arms and hands. The Dunmer tried to stay useful, looking around for the small cabin, that was described to her as she was retrieved but she wasn't having much luck in finding anything out here.

"C'mon, this way!" Manja ushered her, stepping deeper into the wilderness and over a stream, looking down on Rowan's pale face and turning a similar shade herself. She could hear him breathing but the way he was breathing didn't exactly comfort her, he sounded like he could give out at any second and she was expecting every drawn out breath to be his last, however, like most of the Companionship, he proved stubborn and kept a tight grip on his life.

The Nord came across a familiar looking area, a small circle of nothing, which acted as a sort of crossroads carpetted in moss. She looked around, listening to the birds chirping and the sounds of insects, flies and bees buzzing around in the air as she tried to find the little hut.

C'mon... It has to be around here somewhere! She turned around and began to sprint into the woods, prompting Nepht to follow her as she knew no one else in this world. The two of them ran deeper and deeper, no longer caring about finding their way back and their sense of direction going out of the window as Manja quickly began to lose it. She couldn't lose someone else, not after all that had happened, not after she had finally found a friend.

The Cabin appeared as she turned her millionth corner, seeing it in its rundown glory as the sun shone a few feet away from the entrance as if the divines were trying to point it out to her but missed their mark. She ran through the light, that shone through the trees and barged into the doorway, fleeing into the shade of the shack, stopping on the spot as she saw what had gone on inside.

The places was covered in dried blood, which heavily stained the walls and furniture. She swallowed, hard, as she found herself frozen on the spot for a brief moment before snapping out of it and placing Rowan on the table, looking around for anything that she could use.

Everyone in her camp was taught basic first aid, stiching, combatting immediate infections and then...

Then she'd just have to wait it out and hope for the best...

The nord drew a small bag, from her waist, it had a little press stud over it and it only contained a small parcel, wrapped in cloth. She unravelled the first aid kit by his feet, revealing three needles, some thread and a few small vials of varying size and colour, all of which she kept for emergencies and insisted that everyone in the camp did the same.

She held the needle up to her eye and stared it down, seeing right through the small hole as she raised the thread to greet it. Her hands were trembling, for a number of reasons and she found herself having to stop and lower it for a brief second before holding it up again, taking a deep breath to lessen the movement in her hands and knees.

It wasn't the fact that he was in danger that disturbed her but rather the fact that it was down to her now, what she did here could mean life or death for her only friend and that terrified her more than anything. She drew one of the vials and hovered it over the wound, pulling the cork out, with her teeth and spitting it across the room before pouring its contents into the wound. Rowan instantly whinced, trying to grab at it, in his state of unconsciousness but Manja pinned his arms down to the table and kept him from doing so.

"Rowan! You need to stay still!" She urged him, not knowing if what she was saying was getting through to him. He eventually calmed down and let his head fall back, onto the table as he panted, the froth from the disinfectant rose up to the top of his wound. Manja sighed with reliefe and looked over to it, to see how bad it was, she could already tell that it went pretty deep but judging from the angle, it didn't look like it had hit anything vital.

She quickly threaded the needle and hovered it over the wound, her hands were still trembling and her mouth went incredibly dry as the nerves kicked in. She hovered it over the top of the wound, wondering how he'd react to it going in but it had to be stitched up. She took a deep breath before driving the needle into the flesh of his stomach, bringing the thread across his wound as she began to seal it up, sweat rolled off of her brow as he whinced several times at the sheer pain of the stitched but his reactions weren't anywhere near as bad as that of the disinfectant.

"Almost done Rowan..." She whispered, looking up to see Nepht, pacing around outside as she tried to not think about it. She never thought but all of this blood would be a major temptation to a vampire...

"Just... Just hang in there!

I'll get you through this, I promise!"