Staying ~Open~

[Asmer Hiver]

Asmer was tending to a little boy's sprained ankle. The healer had let her come as a second healer. The pay sucked but she was doing what she loved. And she was starting to love the port as well- even the fishy smell. She'd found a apartment- it was old and needed renovating, but it served it's purpose.

"You're all good, little guy." Asmer said, straightening up from where she was wrapping the ankle.

"Thanks!" he said, and limped out. Asmer had only been there three weeks and that little boy seemed to be hurting things left and right.

She smiled and shook her head, going over to the counter to fill out some simple paper work. As she was filing she heard the door open and turned.

"How can I help you?" she asked.

[Sailor]

The sailor came in, dragging his captain. They had gotten ambushed a few days ago and had to head back to Brayelle. He had gotten stabbed in the shoulder and he had a concussion and needed actual medical attention. The ship's doctor thought the stab wound was infected and he couldnt' help.

"Hey, can you help him? His name's Draven. Draven Walker." He said.

[Asmer Hiver]

Asmer looked at the man being dragged. Defiantly the jackass.

"Put him on that table." Asmer said pointing. "Tell me what happened."

He came back- with injuries. Lovely. Southern style.

[Sailor]

"We were attacked by pirates." He said. "We managed to stay them off, but Cap'n Walker here got badly injured. We were too far away from the next port to make it there in time and our ship's doctor couldn't help him after the wound got infected and his concussion got worse."

He looked over at his Cap'n. The one who always addressed him as Ted and not any thing that made him seem lower than Cap'n Walker.

"We had to turn back. Cap'n Walker's a good man and we couldn't let him die out there. Say you'll be able to help, M'am?" He asked.

[Asmer Hiver]

Asmer nodded.

"I'll do what ever I can." she said. Concussion and infection. She examined his arm. It didn't need to be cut off yet. The infection was still healable. Treating the infection should keep him awake.

She grabbed the alcohol and clean rag. Amser started cleaning out the wound.

[Draven Walker]

He groaned. Who the fuck was this and why did this hurt so much?!

[Asmer Hiver]

Asmer had told the salior it might be best to wait out side.

"Glad to see your responsive, jackass." she said.

[Draven Walker]

Oh crap. It was her. The moody, PMSing bitch. Seriously? Did they have to leave him with her? How many healers were there in this city anyway? And they pick her? Did they hate him?

He groaned again.

[Asmer Hiver]

"Your arm is infected, it shouldn't need to be amputated, but it is bad." Asmer continued. She pressed the alcohol soaked rag deep.

[Draven Walker]

He already knew that! He just heard someone tell her that! Why was she repeating everything? Tell me something good!

[Asmer Hiver]

"The good news is your sailor convinced me not to kill you once I'm finished healing you." Asmer stated.

[Draven Walker]

How is that good!? She's still gonna treat him like crap because she's just a bitch!

He groaned again. That seemed to be all he could do right now.

[Asmer Hiver]

Asmer clapped her hands infront of his face. "Say something."

She got a new rag and water to clean out some of the dirt that would already hurt enough with out the alcohol.

[Draven Walker]

"Urgh." He said, groaning. "Where am I?"

[Asmer Hiver]

"Brayelle Port, Can't you smell the fish?" she said. She started cleaning out his wound her hands moving slowly and gently.