[Dictated]

[lightbranded]

 [A few of you might recognize this voice as that of a boy who has recently been present in the town, although he had claimed to have no memory of anywhere else.  But today...

Today there is something very different about him.  His voice is strained and distracted, as if nearly all of his focus was needed somewhere else.]

Please, can any doctors hear this?  Or even someone who knows what to do about bad injuries,  There is a man here who needs help, and I do not know what to do for him.

[Will had remembered what he was, but he could find it in himself to be happy about it in this moment.  Not when the same event had lead to someone being so badly hurt.  

And not in all the wisdom of the Old Ones had Will ever learned to heal.  The best he could do was hold Duke Pantarei outside of time until help could arrive.]

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Dictated

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

[There was a reason why Stuart didn't work dispatch, but when he hears this come through, he tries to deal with it professionally.]

My name's Stuart, I'm an EMT, I can help. Where are you and what's the problem?

Dictated

[lightbranded]

In the forest outside the castle. Someone has been stabbed, and he is bleeding a great deal.

[Will's response is absolutely calm and evenly spoken. As if he had decided that such things as panic or worry were of no use. And so had discarded them.]

Re: Dictated

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

Okay. I'll be right there.

[And Stuart's going to grab his coat, pausing over the Level 2+ Trauma Kit he came here with... this was a Category A call. He was probably going to need it.]

What was he stabbed with?

Re: Dictated

[lightbranded]

A sword. [Will continues with an almost eery air of calmness.]

Re: Dictated

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

[Preventing self from groaning.]

What the bloody hell was he doing with a sword?

Re: Dictated

[lightbranded]

He was holding it. I am not entirely sure of the entire story.

Re: Dictated

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

If this is a failed seppuku, I'm not taking responsibility for saving his life.

Re: Dictated

[lightbranded]

It wasn't.

Dictated

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

Right.

[He'll be the judge of that.

Anyway, there's going to be one (1) Ambulance Technician, clad in the staple green uniform that has been circulating around the NHS in the UK since at least the 60s.

And meet one dude outside of time, one kid.]

Okay, that's new.

Re: Dictated

[lightbranded]

[He'll find a small ordinary boy sitting by a badly injured and supernaturally still man. Will looks up as Stuart approaches and carefully ends his spell with a thought. It was best not to hold such magics for any longer than necessary.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke's not quite sure exactly how long had passed - it sort of feels all the same when breathing hurts.

And its not like the funny sword was in his gut, okay? It was right up in his ribs, judging by where it sits on the ground.

Speaking of his ribs, now that he's back in-time, Duke brings his arm toward that side and does his best not to many any obvious noise of 'that hurts'. He's probably not successful. ]

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

[And moving to help.]

No, no. Don't move. Bloody hell...

[Stuart's removing the Trauma Kit from his back, unzipping it, pulling gloves out of his belt, too.]

[lightbranded]

[Will was worried, but sensible enough to know that his skills were of little use here. He remains quiet and watches.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke would rather try to do something than do nothing at all. But he registers that this person is a doctor, at least Duke thought he smelled things from the clinic. Regardless, doctors should be listened to... And it was hard to focus on simple movement, magic was out of the question. Aside from the pained note to his breathing, there might be an odd noise from the area of that chest wound. Seems to have nicked something important to breathing. ]

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

[Torch out, peeking at the wound, looking for confirmation...

...Wait, what was that.]

Shit... collapsed lung, severe bloodloss... Damn. Stabbed it with the sword, probably.

[He rocks back on his hunkers, thinking for a second.]

He's going to need surgery for the lung, but I can stop the bleeding until we get to the clinic. It's a clean wound, some temporary stitches will stop the bleeding.

[lightbranded]

Good, that. [And a big relief to Will. There had been ever so much blood.]

Is there anything I can do?

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke catches the words 'lung' and 'bloodloss'. What he gets out of it is that he'd hurt something pretty important, which matches up with the fact that breathing was trying to not work.

If he could focus, he could help this. But focusing was not a thing that was going to happen when breathing also wasn't happening right.

Thus Duke starts struggling with his coat. He can help a little, okay. ]

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

Yeah. You can start by coming and--

[Wait, what is Duke doing?]

Hey, hey! Stop moving. You're going to make it worse.

[lightbranded]

[Will tenses, wondering if he should the man outside of time again.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Oh.

Yes, that doesn't feel any better at all. Duke drops his left hand, squeezing his eyes further shut. Fine. He'll just... Lay here and breathe, then. ]

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

[And Stuart's going to take a pair of surgical scissors out from his belt and starts cutting clothing to get to the wound.]

Good, now stay still. I haven't got any anaesthetic, so the stitching may hurt a bit.

[lightbranded]

[Will watches uncertainly. Was this really how such things were done?]

[radiantwingedone]

Already hurts. [ Duke's slightly amused at the idea of the stitching hurting a little. Its sorta in a spot that hurts a lot.

But Duke does his best to remain as limp as possible, just because tensing never helps. ]

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

Yeah, that's it. Keep talking.

[Stuart's going to fish the suture from the trauma kit to start working, grabbing the antiseptic, too.]

[radiantwingedone]

... not good at that.

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

Seem to be doing a good job so far.

[And just going to start stitching.]

[lightbranded]

[It looked like everything would be alright, after all.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Oh. Yes. Ah. That...

... that hurts. Duke gives a hissing pained noise, but he was told not to move so its just some hand twitching on another side and blank staring ... up.

Remind him to never need stitching while aware or not-numbed again. ]

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

[It's a good job that he is, because Stuart wouldn't be able to finish in time.]

Okay. Good. Now... The only problem is moving him.

[lightbranded]

How is it usually done?

[radiantwingedone]

Can't help. . [ He's.. just going to focus on trying to keep his breathing at a steady pace. even if its still shallow. ]

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

Two people and a stretcher, usually. I don't have the ambulance, so i'm short of that. We need to move him and keep him still.