Chapter 10
Later on that day, a group of beasts under Sister Elm's direction, put a mix of herbs against Wyatt's nostrils and then went about resetting the bones into their appropriate positions. Seeing as they did their job correctly, they went back outside, and awaited for Wyatt to awake. Around noon, Wyatt woke up, feeling a bit refreshed, but also with a big headache. Darkslash was still asleep and then Sister Elm came in, carrying something in a wooden bowl. I wondered what time it was, and tried to look at my watch. Pain went through my arm like a knife through butter, reminding me that my right arm was broken and that my watch was on that arm. I grunted in pain, and Sister Elm ran over to see what was wrong. I motioned to my arm and she seemed to understand, going over to her medicine cabinet, she grabbed a few herbs and set about making a poultice. Returning to her patient, Sister Elm applied the poultice. Seeing that I couldn't speak to her because Darkslash was asleep, Sister Elm tried using hand signals. I barely knew what she was doing, let alone what she meant by them. I tried to signal for the parchment on the bedside table, but I couldn't point properly for some reason. So, I tried to tell her that it was all right and that I was trying to get to sleep. But, seeing as I couldn't speak in their language, it all sounded like a jumbled mess to the infirmary keeper. She tried to see if there was anything she could do, but there wasn't. Spying the bunch of parchment the abbess left behind after her visit, she went to work. Making a rubbing of the top piece, she managed to get a copy of the translation of the different languages. Using the one that belonged to her patient, she managed to write out a few sentences and showed it to him. He understood, and motioned with his left hand different letters, communicating in the best way he could. Seeing what he was trying to do, Sister Elm wrote down each letter he pointed at, and eventually, found out that he was in pain, and wanted to get some more sleep, if possible. He also wanted to get at his bag. Sister Elm retrieved the bag from the floor and gave it to Wyatt. As he was going through it, she couldn't help but look along and see what was in there. She saw things in there that she had never seen before. When Wyatt finally brought forth a small bottle, she inquired as to what it was. He pointed out on the paper that it was something called "Aspirin", and that it was used for killing pain from where he was from. She nodded her approval for him to take the "Aspirin", and watched him swallow two of what looked like small buttons. After giving a small sigh, he settled down into the clean sheets of the bed, and soon after that, he was asleep. Sister Elm picked up the small plastic bottle and looked it over. It was covered in that strange lettering his kind use. She was trying to figure out how to open it and see what's inside when Abbess Birch arrived. "Good afternoon Sister Elm, what is that thing you're playing with?"
Sister Elm looked up from the little plastic bottle and replied. "Hello Abbess. I was just toying around with this small bottle that Wyatt had in his bag."
Handing the bottle over to Birch, she continued on. "He calls it "Aspirin". He also said it would help him get rid of the pain from the headache."
The good sister was then about to leave when the abbess said. "Sister Elm. I know that some of Wyatt's things may be interesting to you. But please, don't use them. We have no idea what could happen and I don't want anybeast to get hurt. This in turn will make Wyatt feel bad and he may even take it out on himself. I'll put the bottle back into his bag. And unless he gets it out, you are not to touch it. Understood?"
Sister Elm looked down at the floor in shame, feeling like a dibbun who had been sent to bed without supper. "Alright abbess, I'll leave it be." And with that she put the bottle back into the bag, zipping it shut.
Around suppertime, Wyatt and Darkslash awoke. Both were hungry and it wasn't long before food was served to the both of them. There was some soup and some fresh baked bread, along with some salad on the side. After we both ate the whole lot, we settled down and got ready for some new medicines and changing of splints, and bandages. Sister Elm and a helper of hers worked on removing the old bandages and splints and prepared new ones for use. After some work, and an inspection of the healing process of both our injuries, Sister Elm put the splints and bandages on both Darkslash and Wyatt's injuries, and then she and her assistant left the room. Settling down into the comfortable beds, both Wyatt and Darkslash fell asleep, well fed, and completely content.
Later on that day, a group of beasts under Sister Elm's direction, put a mix of herbs against Wyatt's nostrils and then went about resetting the bones into their appropriate positions. Seeing as they did their job correctly, they went back outside, and awaited for Wyatt to awake. Around noon, Wyatt woke up, feeling a bit refreshed, but also with a big headache. Darkslash was still asleep and then Sister Elm came in, carrying something in a wooden bowl. I wondered what time it was, and tried to look at my watch. Pain went through my arm like a knife through butter, reminding me that my right arm was broken and that my watch was on that arm. I grunted in pain, and Sister Elm ran over to see what was wrong. I motioned to my arm and she seemed to understand, going over to her medicine cabinet, she grabbed a few herbs and set about making a poultice. Returning to her patient, Sister Elm applied the poultice. Seeing that I couldn't speak to her because Darkslash was asleep, Sister Elm tried using hand signals. I barely knew what she was doing, let alone what she meant by them. I tried to signal for the parchment on the bedside table, but I couldn't point properly for some reason. So, I tried to tell her that it was all right and that I was trying to get to sleep. But, seeing as I couldn't speak in their language, it all sounded like a jumbled mess to the infirmary keeper. She tried to see if there was anything she could do, but there wasn't. Spying the bunch of parchment the abbess left behind after her visit, she went to work. Making a rubbing of the top piece, she managed to get a copy of the translation of the different languages. Using the one that belonged to her patient, she managed to write out a few sentences and showed it to him. He understood, and motioned with his left hand different letters, communicating in the best way he could. Seeing what he was trying to do, Sister Elm wrote down each letter he pointed at, and eventually, found out that he was in pain, and wanted to get some more sleep, if possible. He also wanted to get at his bag. Sister Elm retrieved the bag from the floor and gave it to Wyatt. As he was going through it, she couldn't help but look along and see what was in there. She saw things in there that she had never seen before. When Wyatt finally brought forth a small bottle, she inquired as to what it was. He pointed out on the paper that it was something called "Aspirin", and that it was used for killing pain from where he was from. She nodded her approval for him to take the "Aspirin", and watched him swallow two of what looked like small buttons. After giving a small sigh, he settled down into the clean sheets of the bed, and soon after that, he was asleep. Sister Elm picked up the small plastic bottle and looked it over. It was covered in that strange lettering his kind use. She was trying to figure out how to open it and see what's inside when Abbess Birch arrived. "Good afternoon Sister Elm, what is that thing you're playing with?"
Sister Elm looked up from the little plastic bottle and replied. "Hello Abbess. I was just toying around with this small bottle that Wyatt had in his bag."
Handing the bottle over to Birch, she continued on. "He calls it "Aspirin". He also said it would help him get rid of the pain from the headache."
The good sister was then about to leave when the abbess said. "Sister Elm. I know that some of Wyatt's things may be interesting to you. But please, don't use them. We have no idea what could happen and I don't want anybeast to get hurt. This in turn will make Wyatt feel bad and he may even take it out on himself. I'll put the bottle back into his bag. And unless he gets it out, you are not to touch it. Understood?"
Sister Elm looked down at the floor in shame, feeling like a dibbun who had been sent to bed without supper. "Alright abbess, I'll leave it be." And with that she put the bottle back into the bag, zipping it shut.
Around suppertime, Wyatt and Darkslash awoke. Both were hungry and it wasn't long before food was served to the both of them. There was some soup and some fresh baked bread, along with some salad on the side. After we both ate the whole lot, we settled down and got ready for some new medicines and changing of splints, and bandages. Sister Elm and a helper of hers worked on removing the old bandages and splints and prepared new ones for use. After some work, and an inspection of the healing process of both our injuries, Sister Elm put the splints and bandages on both Darkslash and Wyatt's injuries, and then she and her assistant left the room. Settling down into the comfortable beds, both Wyatt and Darkslash fell asleep, well fed, and completely content.