stitchin' you back up // any med request

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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

Heeding the call, the lithe sand cat briskly trotted over with her leather bag bouncing against her shoulder. For the past few days, she'd nothing to do but check her supplies and perform her experiments; though that never meant she neglected her duties. "Jeri, what happened?" she asked the hellhound, though her gaze stayed planted on Tsuyu. Fortunately for the hybrid, the erudite could see with her x-ray vision just how far the damage went; she held her tongue on that matter for now, not wanting to get into the nitty gritty of the long treatment plan required for broken hips.

Instead, she focused on preventing the most immediate concern: bleeding out. "Tsuyu, I'm going to cauterize your neck. Try not to move -- I promise it'll be over quickly," she murmured, ears flicking as she took a seat behind the practically crippled creature. Holding up a paw, she narrowed her golden eyes in focus; a ball of fire corked and sparked in the air around her toes, and it took little effort for her to attempt to drag it through the gaping neck wound.

WRITTEN BY AXIOM * TAGS

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