Tag: field medic training x 2

Braghaman walked through the center of Darkshire, his war hammer resting on his shoulder and occasionally scraping against the edge of his breastplate. Beside him, Marachius kept pace while his long sword, slung across his back, lightly tapped against his own armor.

“May I ask a question, commander?”

“Sure.”

“Why do you live here?”

“What do you mean?” Braghaman asked in response, glancing at the younger man.

“Well, you could live in Stormwind. Near the Cathedral. Why did you choose to live here?”

“These citizens need help as much as anyone else,” Braghaman answered with a shrug.

Marachius looked at the older paladin for a moment, and then nodded in understanding. Drawing in another breath, he was just...

“And here, brother Ainsley,” is a more serious case this morning.” The priestess led the young paladin towards one of the beds in the healing ward. “Mr. Potter has a farm outside of the city walls. He had an accident this morning with one of his tools that resulted in a rather nasty gash in his arm.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Marachius said quietly as he leaned forward for a closer look. On the inside of Mr. Potter’s right forearm was bandage which was already staining red.

“As we’ve discussed before, usually with cuts we would let the body heal naturally over time. But in this instance, the cut is severe enough to be concerned about damage to the nerves. Mr. Potter already complains of tingling in his fingers.”

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