[Flashback] You can't save them all! (Solo)

[Mizuriel]

32nd of Summer, 504 AV OOCSince Mizuriel was walking home from his classes, he will have all of his medical equipment with him. Also if i have done something wrong, be sure to nudge me about it. As Mizuriel was walking back from his studies, he could hear some sort of racket coming from somewhere behind him. Turning around slowly, he almost got knocked out when a single man pushed him to the side, rushing past him. He was followed closely by another four or five, Mizuriel could not tell all of them apart with his eyesight still blurry from hitting the ground. He got up slowly, trying to dust himself off before continuing his stroll home. That’s when he noticed one detail that should have not been there, blood. There was a bloody handprint on his shirt, and while it took him a while to get his mind in gear, once he did, he was quick to figure it out. He was running in the same direction the other strangers went, praying that he comes there in time. It did not take him long to catch up to the group, as he could see them after a couple of chimes already. Stopping about fifty feet from the group, he could not see all of them, as his view got partially blocked by the building they were behind. However he could see two of them who looked like they were on guard duty. He knew what they were doing, it was so painfully obvious, yet all his mind gave him in return to his thought was the craziest possible idea. Coming closer to the guards, he quickly got his hands back to their rightful places in the pockets. After all, he couldn’t scare anyone while swinging his marked hand around, if anything, it would make them even more confident. Stopping before the duo, he shook his head to the side, to make himself look a bit wilder than he usually seemed. Grinning in cold blood, he yelled past the two: “You will run away now, and I will not harm you, or you can keep messing with my target and get maimed?” the suggestion he proposed, seemed to get no response, as he could still hear sounds of a couple more hits landing onto his ‘target’. For a moment everything was silent in the air, unlike his brain that was working as fast as it could. Thinking of ways to escape should this gambit fail. He thought he heard a small metallic click, but he disregarded it completely as in the very next moment, he could hear a rash voice: “Aye boys, we’re moving out…” the guards obeyed first as they just walked past Mizuriel, barely paying attention to him. What followed them was a group of three more, but only two of them brushed past. The third, however seemed to be more interested into chit chat than the rest. “We're done here anyway, be sure to play with the bastard while his breath still lingers. We be seein’ you.” and with that all of them were moving away. The rest of the party seemed to wait for the man, until he caught up. Once he did, he simply gestured them to keep walking, and they listened without objection. Only when his gaze escorted them around the corner, did he feel relief. The concealed fear and the overjoyed feeling of success where now mixing on his face, while his body was trembling with uncertainty. This was probably the craziest thing he had ever done, and it…. It worked. Breathing slowly to calm himself, he proceeded into the alley to check on his patient…

[Mizuriel]

OOCIn this one, just presume that the patient's shirt was thorn off to avoid confusion. His legs were still shivering from the recently suppressed fear. He was not an idiot, he knew it was not his scary appearance that made them flee like that. They simply wanted to keep things subtle, they did not need a scene, luckily for Mizuriel. Even if he was wrong while assuming, he did not care much. He stopped not even a full yard away, frowning slightly as his eyes widened more and more. The man was bleeding all over the place, he seemed to have only two visible knife wounds on his abdomen, however, blood was coming out of his mouth too. One of the strikes must have hit a vital spot somewhere. Normally he would carry the man to a more skilled physician, but he would need someone to help him carry the stranger for that. It was probably too pointless to call for help, even more so while that gang might still be lurking around. Kneeling next to the man, he got out a simple piece of cloth and thorn it in two. While pressing the pieces hard against the two visible wounds using one of his legs, he quickly got out some powdered cayenne. Usually the plant was kept for severe cases of hemophilia, but he could not think of a reason to savor it at the moment. Before filling the wounds with minced pepper, he removed the first cloth, pressing his marked hand against the body, in order to cleanse the bleeding holes. As he could feel light fatigue searing through him, he quickly saw improvement on the body of the man. The bruises were disappearing one by one, until only a single was left. It was a relatively small contusion on the upper right end of the man’s ribcage, and it looked almost as if it was made by the blunt end of the sword. As soon as Mizuriel was sure that the wounds were clean, he started spreading the cure around the wounds. Next up was drenching the clothes in water, and smearing what little was left of the herbal powder over them. As he set them in place again, he could see a significant improvement. Were it a normal situation, he would immediately proceed further into the treatment with stitches and such, before the blood clots up completely. But moving the patient was a priority in an occasion like this. He could also try dosing him with some yarrow tea if he could just regain consciousness… There was not much more he could do, as he yelled out: “Help! Somebody help me! Someone is dying here!” it was probably not the best selection of words, but it was the most he could compose at that second.