by Knight Errant » Wed Jan 21, 2009 10:57 pm
Relieved it wasnt anything... weirder, but still hurting like hell, Jack cleaned out the rest of the wound, setting the metal aside for further investigation later. Once all of the scab was taken care of, he douses the wound with alcohol, stifles a scream, then applies a nice medical secret the army keeps stashed by... which stops the bleeding and seals up the wound in and instant. Wrapping it in gauze, he figures it should last till he can get it properly looked after.
Then he picks up the metal... looking it closer.
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.