M E D I C A L
20 Summer 519
No one had placed a medical request for her particular skill set, but that didn’t mean there wasn't any work to be done. Inka had spent the entirety of her morning enjoying the golden light of the infirmary, reading over medical scrolls and refamiliarizing herself with the equipment, even following behind Micquel when he wasn’t too busy treating the ill. When he was, he allowed her freedom to watch from a respectable distance, and if she was lucky, get some hands on experience.
Standing next to another Inarta, an Endal woman with blue eyes and a gash running down her leg, Inka retrieved and began laying out the medical supplies they needed, listening intently when her employer began giving a lesson on proper wound sanitation. He told her about caring for the water beforehand through boiling, stressing the medical observations of stagnant water and worsening conditions when it came to open lacerations. A scholarly man, he never seemed to mind her questions, and even encouraged them, although she tried to limit them in the presence of visitors. After all, who wanted to listen to the prattling of nerdy medics when you were sitting with your leg split open?
Apparently this patient had been out scavenging for a particular ingredient listed on one of the pillars in the communal kitchens and her foothold crumbled, sending her sliding down the side of the mountain. The woman had prevented a more dire slip, but not without spilling some blood in the process, bits of rock and dirt still embedded into the inflamed wound. Inka asked how long she had been bonded to her Wind Eagle and its name, making small talk awhile Micquel unrolled one of the bandages and motioned for her to take up a fresh rag.
“Make sure you always have clean hands if you can,” he instructed, moving towards a stool that sat before the woman’s cot, “You don’t want to risk making things worse.”
Inka nodded, scooting to the side to allow more light to shine past her shadow and continue her view.
“I am going to clean around the wound first; Our job is to gather an idea of how bad the injury is and to what degree of treatment is necessary. That applies to any patient, I’m afraid - human or otherwise. Despite each doctor’s best efforts, pain remains our greatest adversary,” he gave a knowing smile, but there was a regretful sadness in the creases of his wrinkles. He dampened the rag and wrung it out, passing it towards her without a word.
Realizing she was to take up the mantle, her eyes widened ever so slightly, “Clean around the wound,” she repeated, giving a sheepish look up and pressing it gently towards the woman’s skin. She made sure to move around the cut, wiping away blood and re-wetting the cloth as needed. As more of the injury became visible, Inka noted that it had appeared a lot worse upon first glance. While she personally specialized in the treatment and care of animal companions, both wild and domestic, there was a certain peace of mind when treating another Inarta. Firstly, she could understand them and soothe their distress. That was half the battle when dealing with anything in agony, “Next we…use mild soap. But not on the affected site,” Inka knew how much that could sting and irritate. When she looked over, Micquel was already beginning to lather up a second cloth.
“Very good.”
Word Count: 578
Standing next to another Inarta, an Endal woman with blue eyes and a gash running down her leg, Inka retrieved and began laying out the medical supplies they needed, listening intently when her employer began giving a lesson on proper wound sanitation. He told her about caring for the water beforehand through boiling, stressing the medical observations of stagnant water and worsening conditions when it came to open lacerations. A scholarly man, he never seemed to mind her questions, and even encouraged them, although she tried to limit them in the presence of visitors. After all, who wanted to listen to the prattling of nerdy medics when you were sitting with your leg split open?
Apparently this patient had been out scavenging for a particular ingredient listed on one of the pillars in the communal kitchens and her foothold crumbled, sending her sliding down the side of the mountain. The woman had prevented a more dire slip, but not without spilling some blood in the process, bits of rock and dirt still embedded into the inflamed wound. Inka asked how long she had been bonded to her Wind Eagle and its name, making small talk awhile Micquel unrolled one of the bandages and motioned for her to take up a fresh rag.
“Make sure you always have clean hands if you can,” he instructed, moving towards a stool that sat before the woman’s cot, “You don’t want to risk making things worse.”
Inka nodded, scooting to the side to allow more light to shine past her shadow and continue her view.
“I am going to clean around the wound first; Our job is to gather an idea of how bad the injury is and to what degree of treatment is necessary. That applies to any patient, I’m afraid - human or otherwise. Despite each doctor’s best efforts, pain remains our greatest adversary,” he gave a knowing smile, but there was a regretful sadness in the creases of his wrinkles. He dampened the rag and wrung it out, passing it towards her without a word.
Realizing she was to take up the mantle, her eyes widened ever so slightly, “Clean around the wound,” she repeated, giving a sheepish look up and pressing it gently towards the woman’s skin. She made sure to move around the cut, wiping away blood and re-wetting the cloth as needed. As more of the injury became visible, Inka noted that it had appeared a lot worse upon first glance. While she personally specialized in the treatment and care of animal companions, both wild and domestic, there was a certain peace of mind when treating another Inarta. Firstly, she could understand them and soothe their distress. That was half the battle when dealing with anything in agony, “Next we…use mild soap. But not on the affected site,” Inka knew how much that could sting and irritate. When she looked over, Micquel was already beginning to lather up a second cloth.
“Very good.”
Word Count: 578
