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Leera climbed onto the bed to get closer to the trembling god and placed her hand on his brow. He was warm; too warm. Loki's eyes drifted shut and a cold sweat broke out across his brow. Leera leaned in and pulled him into her arms to warm his strangely cold torso. "Loki?" Leera said, noticing that the god's body stopped trembling and his breathing now even shallower. "Can you hear me?" No reply came. Leera shuffled off the bed slightly and softly pulled Loki down so that he was on his back. A wound must have gotten infected, Leera thought to herself. She looked up and his face and it began to turn pale. But how would something have gotten infected, She thought again, gathering some medical supplies, she cleaned every wound, and made sure that they were all dressed? Leera soaked a sponge in some cold water and, after ringing most of the water, placed it along his brow. Not wanting to move him again, Leera took a pair of scissors and cut away his top and his trousers up to his knees. She knew that there were no injuries surrounding the groin area, so had to need to strip away the material covering that area. She removed every dressing carefully, inspected them, and found do infection, then redressed them again. Leera felt stumped. She gazed at his sunken face for a few moments, and then noticed something; a thin line of blood began to trickle down his pale face, from his dark mass of hair. Grabbing a sponge, Leera lent forward and parted his hair to find the source of the bleeding. She trailed the blood, having to lift his head up, to a gash in the back of his skull, with none other than a small shard of glass protruding from his skull. Beginning to panic, Leera looked around the room to see if she could see what would have caused this, but no shattered glass was found. Then she remembered.
The day when I was raining; when she tossed Loki outside, he fell, onto broken glass bottles that he has previously thrown outside the night before. This, all this, was her fault. He must have landed on a bottle. That would explain why, for some strange reason, when cleaning the wounds, she removed a few small pieces of glass from his chest and side. How on earth did she not think to check his head for injuries? She noticed, inspecting it closer, that indeed, the gash had become septic, to her horror. "Loki, wake up, you need to wake up!" Leera shook Loki's shoulders and he feebly opened his eyes, looking tiredly at the woman.
"Please, let me sleep" Loki replied, beginning to close his eyes, but Leera stopped him.
"Loki, there is a shard of glass in you scalp, I need to remove it now, you need to sit up" Leera said, panic evident in her voice. Loki's eyes widened and pulled himself up, slumping forward, feeling weak. Leera parted his hair and reached for a pair of medical tweezers on the bedside table and lent forward to his ear, softly speaking, causing him to shiver slightly "Loki, this if going to hurt. Try not to jump forward, you could cause more damage." Loki nodded and shut his eyes tightly. Placing the tweezers around the shard, Leera ever so slowly pulled the object out, placing a sponge at the side, to catch the dripping blood.
"Argh" Loki groaned, breathing heavily, biting his lip.
"I'm sorry Loki, it's nearly out" Leera said, concentrating on the task before her. Finally it was out, but the wound began to bleed even more, and began to seep infection. Loki was going in to septic shock. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and be shook violently in Leera's arms. Leera was terrified. She couldn't take him to hospital, how would she explain the situation to them? And surely they would notice him, if they watched then news about the attack in New York. Leera let go of Loki and quickly ran to her supply room next to her bedroom and gathered several bottles of anti-septic and anti-bacterial wipes, several medical sponges, alcohol and a clean set of medical needles and thread. She was going to have to do it herself…
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Thor jumped to his feet as he witnessed his brother's eyes retreat into his head and as he began to shake violently. He shot a look to his father and mother who had now joined the company. Frigga was silent, tears streaming down her face, and Odin, eyes wide in shock. "Did you plan this father? Is this the sort of punishment you wished to inflict on you youngest son!" Thor bellowed at his father. Odin glared and snarled back
"I did not inflict this on my own son! This was not part of his punishment boy, remember who you speak to!"
"Then help him father, he is close to death, in that weakened mortal form!" Thor snarled.
"He must learn the error of his ways, just as you did, if I intervene now, he will never learn, never seek redemption and receive restoration of his soul. He will always be bitter and cold. I want my son back as much as you wish for your brothers company!" Odin replied.
"And if he dies father?" Thor practically whispered, returning his gaze to the screen. Sif and the warriors three looking to the floor with great sadness and Frigga still unchanging.
"He will not die. I would not have placed him in that mortals care if I did not think through all the possibilities. She is equipped with the skills needed to aid him if a situation like this were to ever occur. I have faith in her. Has my judgement ever been wrong, Thor?"
"No father" Thor sighed, sitting back down "Forgive my despair, I only wish to see my brother in good health".
"I know, my son, I know" Odin replied.
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Leera poured a small about of alcohol along the gash and dabbed away the blood circling it. Wiping away with the dried blood, Leera soaked a sponge in anti-septic and wiped along the gash, pouring a small amount on, with the alcohol and cleaned out the wound. Taking an anti-bacterial wipe from the package, Leera wiped the infected area, making sure that it was 100% clean. Threading the needle, Leera began to slowly and carefully, close the gash. Finally finishing, Leera soaked a sponge in alcohol, because of its healing properties when used on wounds, and covered the stitched up skin. Gathering a roll of medical bandage, Leera carefully began to wrap it around Loki's head, to prevent the sponge from falling off. The bandage covered most of his head and was pinned at the side by a small safety pin. Leera lifted Loki's head slightly and slowly poured fresh water in his mouth, stopping every so often to allow him to swallow…
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"Leera?" A voice came from the darkness of the room. It had been almost 24 hours that Loki had been unconscious, lying on the bed, fresh clothes continuously places on his forehead. Leera emerged from a dark corner of the room where sat a small brown tub chair. She strode over to the bed and found the once sleeping god, now awake, looking around in confusion.
"How are you feeling Loki?" She felt his cheeks for his temperature.
"Sore, aching. I have a headache" Loki croaked.
"I'm sorry, I had to clean your wounds and sew you up. I've recently checked the progress of it; your body heals at quite a rapid pace, did you know that?" Loki nodded and took a deep breath.
"Leera?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you"
