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concoursec2012-07-03 05:19 pm
guidethesun) wrote in concoursec2012-07-03 05:19 pm
this ain't old yeller
Characters: Eugene & you
Location: Backdated to Dollet. In Garden's Infirmary.
Rating: PG for injuries.
Open/Closed/Finished: Open.
Summary: Eugene takes care of a wounded "soldier".
Eugene was never good with medicines. He'd always paid off some minor herbalist or physician whenever he'd been seriously injured in his thieving days of yore. Any cold or flu caught would be dealt with through staying put and trying to self-administer simple cures all on his own. He knew basic clean, cleanse, stitch and bandage (although bitterly the lessons were learnt) and the old bundle-up was never treasured more than when he'd been holed up in a cave or crooked rafter, shivering to his bones. After he started living with Rapunzel in the castle, any injuries or maladies were tended by the Castle doctor. From the doctor, he'd learnt that herbal remedies could easily cure a flu, or how something common from the dirt ground could fix an infection.
Right now, pulling at cupboards and drawers, he really wishes that the castle doctor were attending Garden as well. He would know what to do in this situation.
Lying on his side on one of the sickbeds, a lone wolf pup with a busted, red and bruised leg whimpers, his leg cushioned by a propped, red-stained pillow.
Eugene had found the injured pup near the edge of the forest in Dollet during his self-taught tour around the quaint little town, and after surmising that if he left the pup be the animal would slowly, painfully perish, he bundled the pup up in his jacket and brought him into Garden. Into the infirmary.
He'd already successfully cleaned the little critter and disinfected the leg (the wolf's fur turns out to be auburn with little patches of dark chestnut here and there). Now he's seeing to administering the antibacterial creams that will keep the wound from repeat infection in the future.
Location: Backdated to Dollet. In Garden's Infirmary.
Rating: PG for injuries.
Open/Closed/Finished: Open.
Summary: Eugene takes care of a wounded "soldier".
Eugene was never good with medicines. He'd always paid off some minor herbalist or physician whenever he'd been seriously injured in his thieving days of yore. Any cold or flu caught would be dealt with through staying put and trying to self-administer simple cures all on his own. He knew basic clean, cleanse, stitch and bandage (although bitterly the lessons were learnt) and the old bundle-up was never treasured more than when he'd been holed up in a cave or crooked rafter, shivering to his bones. After he started living with Rapunzel in the castle, any injuries or maladies were tended by the Castle doctor. From the doctor, he'd learnt that herbal remedies could easily cure a flu, or how something common from the dirt ground could fix an infection.
Right now, pulling at cupboards and drawers, he really wishes that the castle doctor were attending Garden as well. He would know what to do in this situation.
Lying on his side on one of the sickbeds, a lone wolf pup with a busted, red and bruised leg whimpers, his leg cushioned by a propped, red-stained pillow.
Eugene had found the injured pup near the edge of the forest in Dollet during his self-taught tour around the quaint little town, and after surmising that if he left the pup be the animal would slowly, painfully perish, he bundled the pup up in his jacket and brought him into Garden. Into the infirmary.
He'd already successfully cleaned the little critter and disinfected the leg (the wolf's fur turns out to be auburn with little patches of dark chestnut here and there). Now he's seeing to administering the antibacterial creams that will keep the wound from repeat infection in the future.
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Eugene makes a puzzled face, a little less annoyed now that Touma is focusing on the wolf pup. He's cautious as he approaches the sickbed, reaching out and smoothing back the fur atop the pup's head. The pup makes a little keening sound, then pushes his muzzle against Eugene's palm.
"Him. He's a boy."
Eugene has never been fond of "it". Reserved for animals, lesser people, and unfortunates.
"He was near the forest edge, abandoned and injured."