Lonely Hope.

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Ooc: Not for kiddies, violence and medical situation, it has to get out of my system. (Blame it on THE THING)
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The snow was slowly seeping down from the clouds as the grey skies kept watch over the earth below. The outcroppings of rock were covered in snow, the earth was still as a stone, silence reigning over the land. Vultures were floating overhead, indicating a fresh kill. But it was not to be so since the man was still alive but not kicking.

Indeed, the man was laying still in a darkneed snow, red slowing tinting the white pureness around him. His clothes were torned and dirtied, showing what had been skin and fur underneat. He had been beaten badly, a racist vampire had decided that the brown haired man wasn't to live to see the next day.

Claw wounds were all over his back an torso while a knife had been inbebbed in his side. There was a large gash on his temple, but it was not deep enough to show the bone. The knife was still there, only the hilt showing between two of his ribs. It was fortunate that particular wound was not bleeding inside, instead it was bleeding from inside out.

His stormy grey eyes reflected the weather overhead as he watched the world in front of his face with a glassy gaze. He was laying on his back, one arm laying across his stomach the other laying in the snow on the side of him. One leg was obviously broken, lying at an odd angle while being stretched in front of him.

The other leg was bent, his foot touching his other knee. He was about to die, he knew it, well, he would if he didn't get immediate radical medical attention. He wore a long tan coat, but there wasn't much more than remained of his clothing. It was not to say that he didn't wear anything, just that the rags couldn't be named as clothes anymore.

There was a constant buzz in his ears since the vampire had knocked his head against a nearby rock, and he tried as well as possible not to fall asleep or unconscious or he would not wake again. The reason he had yet to freeze to death was his thin but dense fur, it still kept him somewhat hot in the cold weather.

It hadn't helped when the blade and claws had ripped through his skin however and it left him feeling more than a bit vulnerable. His vision was shifting as if he had been standing on a boat and it was greatly disturbing for both his mind and his stomach.
 

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Fia walked along in the mountains, she was wearing a jacket. She hardly ever did so but today she had a odd feeling that she should. Her two sayas held her new swords which Ava had given her after Fia lost the match. She looked at the snow wondering why people weren't out training in such "fine" weather. She suddenly noticed something red in the far off distance. Being a pirate and a swordsman she knew immediately what it was.

She ran to the blood which just over a rock was the corpse of a man. She decided to further examine the body to make sure it was dead before leaving, she often seen corpses like this when she was tracking a killer so she could gain food money and new swords. She saw the fellow was not moving. She placed her warm hand on his wrist checking for a pulse.

When she was on seas she learned minor medical skills and knew how to patch up a comrade even if the stiches were a bit weird looking it did the job. She overlooked the wounded man not asking or saying anything. She observed his injuries making a self note, she groaned slightly she knew the man wouldn't make it the long hike back to the academy.

She knew the man would freeze or bleed to death. She sighed, bending down without a word she knew he couldn't stay out on the snow long. She had seen a bunch of rocks which led to a cave a bit back, she decided she could take him there to operate and take care of the bleeding and make sure he would be alright. She could've warned him and said something like 'this is going to hurt and don't worry'. But she didn't she was the non-talkitive type who rarely showed her feminine side through helping.

She was strong, her training often required intense exercise and weight lifting. She lifted him onto her shoulder toting him towards the cave without a word.
 

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He had been laying there for a long while now, all the while more of his life fluid escaping Its natural rest place. Suddenly, there was a huge blob of something that appeared in fron of his face and his tired eyes followed it. He wasn't moving his head because he didn't have enough energy to do so, but his grey half closed eyes followed the indistinct form.

For a moment, he thought that the vampire was back to finish him off, so when the woman touched his wrist, as innocent that touch was, he flinched, badly. The action brought out a moan of pain out of his clenched jaw, his eyes closing tightly while he waited for her to finish him off.

To his surprise though, He wasn't killed as he expected, but found himself to be sort of floating in mid air on something that was moving as well. He had been hunched over small but powerful shoulders, easily lifting him into the air. Groaning, he let himself fall limp against the one that had picked him up, not being able to sustain the tenseness of his muscles for long.

His vision was swimming from side to side, as the female walked under him. He was sure his blood was quickly coating the other's clothing. He could feel himself becoming weaker but he was glad at least he wouldn't be alone if he died. His head now hung limpy against the shoulder, still, he forced himself to stay awake, just in case he had a concussion.

A shiver swept through him, making his body tremble lightly. a small cry of pain escaped his lips though he tried to repress it as much as he could. He didn't know where the other was going, but it caouldn't certainly be worse than where he had laid for the last hour or so.
 

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Fia brought him into the cave laying him down on the floor being careful to not injure him further. The cave blocked the cold air from touching his wounds. She quickly got into action, taking care of the more important wounds first. His bleeding was severe she knew this because she was now wearing his blood. She didn't care about that though, she quickly stripped the rags surrounding his critical wounds.

She quickly and carefully removed the dagger with her bare hands touching his bleeding flesh. She put the bloody dagger to the side and observed the inside of the wound. She wanted to make sure it hit nothing vital, she was in luck that surprisingly it didn't. She had nothing to stich it up with she growled looking around the room. She had to make due with what she had, she noticed a basin like rock formation. She exited the room quickly coming back with sticks, then leaving the room again she came back with snow.

She put the water in the rock formation and immediately started making a fire to warm the snow to create water and sanitize it with the heat from the fire. She looked for something sharp to fix his wounds with, all she had was her swords. She grumbled looking through her pockets she found oddly enough a needle for sewing. She took off her jacket if she only put bandages on the wounds it would bleed through she knew this from experience. She knew now that the dagger was removed the wound would bleed more. She looked at the gnash, both were bad wounds. She looked for some sort of string, she took her jacket off remembering her shirt had some thread issues with constant lose threads. She removed her shirt revealing her tanktop underneath. The edges of her shirt had lose thread, she knew bandages was useless seeing the amount of blood loss he had.

She removed the string and cleaned the needle. This was something she did a few times when a pirate raid went wrong.
 

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The ageless man was aware some that he had been brought somewhere safe from the chilly wind he had been able to feel when he was laying there, probably would have died from it as well. His body was carefully lowered to the ground, and the pale man coulc only bit his lips in an effort not to cry out. Even the smallest moves brought pain through his tortured body.

A sharp intake of breath was his only answer when she pulled the dagger out of his flesh. His muscles tensed, his fists clenched into balls. But the action brought some relief from him, at least now his lungs weren't pushing against the knife to draw breath. A small sigh of relief escaped his lips.

He forced his eyes open, trying to get a look at his surroundings. From what he could see, he was in some sort of cave, that was the reason he was now out of reach from the wind. Turning his head towards the woman, though he wasn't sure she was one in the first place. He tried to see what the other was doing, but couldn't see much.

The smell of smoke drifted towards him, and he tried to repress the memories it brought back. It hadn't always been kind fire he encountered in his incessant travels. To his fuzzy mind though, it seemed as though he could do nothing and he knew it. He thought that if the other had wanted to kill him it would have done so a long time ago.

But it wasn't that reassuring either. Perhaps the other would see he was relatively awake and explain some things to him. His memories of the last hours or so were blurry and he would be incapable of telling you what really happened until he at least got rested.
 

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She noticed he awoke, she said nothing she took the sterilized needle in hand and the string. She looked at him, she now looked like a woman the only thing that helped her remain calm was a bandanna she had fastened on her head hiding the hair from the man's view. She watched his sharp intake of breath and felt his pulse again.

She still said no words, she took her that she took the string from and tore the back of the clean shirt off. She then dipped it in the boiling water squeezing some of the burning liquid out. She then applied it to his wound so that it would act as disinfectant. She knew it seemed heartless to not say a word, but this was so that she could do it without feeling pity or pain or have to talk too much.

She now took the needle and string looking at his wounds she knew she had to stich it up without him moving from the pain. She ripped the sleeve off her now torn shirt that she used for string and cleaning and rolled it up sticking it in the man's mouth so she could operate without hearing screams or having to hear talking.

She knew he'd probably squirm from the pain, she needed to keep him still. She looked at his broken leg she'd have to set that, but at the moment his life was more important than the pain he went through to life. She needed to make sure he was still so he didn't damage it himself. She growled making a cussing noise she brought the water closer and stood over him one leg on each side of his body. She had no operating table with no restraints, she would have to make to due what she had. She would've asked forgiveness for what she was about to do but she knew it wouldn't make a difference.

She sat on his legs which would hurt immensely but this was the only way she could operate and keep him still without hand slippage. She leaned over his wounds not waiting for the pain to cease because it'd only drag out the painfulness. She took the needle being careful she moved it deeply in the flesh making sure to connect every bit of flesh properly like when sewing she payed no attention to him. Not saying a single word, the process was long it required a endless time of stiching, knotting, sterilizing. She moved to the next critical wound doing the same agonizing process, she knew the man was in torture. But if he wanted to live this is what she had to do.

Not a word did she say, not a smile or a reassuring word was said. Just silence of a swordsman, she looked at the big gnash on his head, this she wasn't that keen on fixing it but she had to. She put a makeshaft bandage on his wound on his chest and got off his legs. And moved to his head doing the same agonizing process of stiching, knotting, sterilizing. This took longer than the first one strong hand held his head in place while the other stiched. She knew the man was in torture. But if he wanted to live this is what she had to do. She tried to be gentle but she knew this was hardly a gentle process.
 

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Comprehension drawned slowly on the bloodied face of the man, she was about to stitch him up. A small grimace told that he accepted what she was about to do to him. The old fashion way was always the most painful, but in this case he didn't complain too much about it, yet. But he knew he would scream sooner or later.

When the female gently placed the cloth full of boiling water on his wound, the grey eyed man couldn't help but tense, agony seeping through his body. He 'beat' his body into submission mentally though, relaxing his tense muscles as much as he could, seemingly falling limp on the ground, though his glazed gaze told otherwise than it would seem. he just knew he wouldn't be able to keep silent forever, this was too much for most to go through it screaming so imagine trying to stay silent.

His already ragged breath only worsened, it was as if he had run a marathon. It wasn't that the wounds he had had cut deep enough to damage his lungs, he was simply weakened and breathless. The ageless being panicked for a moment when he felt the gag being placed in his mouth. He tried franticly to breath through his nose, probably that he would have done better if there had been a stick in his mouth instead of a bundle of clothing.

He tried settling to breath through both his nose and mouth but nearly choked on the cloth. He looked around and tried to raise an arm to get the fabric out of his mouth, but fauiled miserably, not even being able to move his arm more than an inch off the ground. His shallow breathing Not being as it used to be. His chest was heaving up and down as he tried to suck in as much air as possible, some panick still being seen in his eyes. The grey orbs were looking from side to side than locking on the woman who had gagged him from time to time.

His head rolled to the side when his savior sat on his legs, his eyes fluttering and nearly rolling to the back of his head. He moaned through his clenched teeth, his hands clenching on the solid rock under him. That so hurt, he couldn't start to place a word on it. She had sat exactly where it had broken in his thigh, He was sure it hadn't helped his poor leg. One of the splinters probably had cut through some more flesh, which was bad and hurt worse than both his broken leg and gashes to gether.

He then could feel evey prick of the needle every part of thread going through his skin, The burning of the hot water to insure that it was as clean as it coulld get. But, he forced himself to try and push back the darkness, unsure if he had a concussion or not. He couldn't help but whimper from time to time, his erratic breathing echoing through the cave. He wasn't nreathing well, but there was no sign of liquid being present in his lungs.

His pulse quickened a tad as pain settled on his mind, she would have to work fast or he probably would bleed to death soon. He maoned again, not even strong enough to tremor at the agony running through his flesh. His thought process had been stopped, sort of, he only knew the pain and that he could not black out yet.
 

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She watched him lightly, she knew he must've thought she was cruel. She didn't care, she was trying her best to help him not die and if causing him pain was the way then she'd do it. It definately was keeping him awake incase of a concussion. She continued to work along, she knew he probably wasn't used to this kind of medical treatment but she was. When pirates were on sea they didn't always have doctors to treat wounds or proper medical supplies.

She didn't notice his struggle breathing at first, she started to work on getting everything done. She stiched him up carefully, she she knew his pain was agonizing she tried to not pity him because if she did she could make a bad move. Without her normal swordsman attire on she actually looked a bit lady like except for the blood. She knew he must've been cold, he took her jacket placing it on his chest to keep him warm after her stich work was done.

She then saw his trouble, she grumbled sticks weren't sanitary. It'd be stupid if she saved his life and left him with some illness. She removed the gag she remembered something a doctor told her about concussions once. He said something about one pupil being bigger than the other she tilted his head before working on the wound, she stared into his eyes. She grumbled, "Stupid Vampires...." She had to make sure he stayed awake through the pain now as well as everything else.

She cared more for his life then the pain, she worked quickly on his temple. She didn't want him to bleed to death, especially after putting him through so much pain. She worked hard and carefully placing his head on her lap being careful to not put too much pain in him. She soon finished and cleaned the outside of it carefully then bandaged it. Making sure through all of this that he stayed awake. She now was bloody all over her clothes not just her shirt as before. She moved to his leg now. She examined it, "Stay awake or I'll hurt you beyond what you've suffered." She threatened, she wasn't being nice nor a angel.

She observed his breathing, she knew that blood wasn't in his lungs. It was probably ragid from the blood loss, she needed to finish most of the important problems like his big injuries before worrying about that. She looked for a cast-like thing that would hold his leg in place. The cave was barren she didn't see anything of use, she suddenly looked at her swords. She made a cussing sound. She took her two swords and her two prized sayas, she looked at him deciding not to warn him about the pain, putting the sayas which held her swords, on his leg, would hurt her just as much as the pain from her setting the leg.

She looked at his leg determining the broken part, she pushed gently to figure where the two bones should meet. She found it and suddenly yanked it into place, it would hurt insanely at first but it would later give relief. She took her saya with her sword in it and placed it underneath his leg. Her sword was 46 inches long including the hilt but in the saya it was 48 without a bump. She then layed the second saya ontop with the same dimensions and tied them securely to his leg. She looked at her handy-work, she wiped her brow with her arm. Her clothes were the least of her worry, she looked at the man. She knew he needed something to eat or drink or he'd get mal-nutriation.

She sat down, hunting would be hard without her swords. She sighed observing the patient, she knew he had smaller wounds on his back but at the moment she couldn't treat those. She figured they'd heal properly since they weren't too bad. She rested her body, it was hard to stich a man up like that and not make a mistake without proper medical training. She only did what she saw done over and over again on her ship and that was all.
 

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To the brown haired man's relief, the gag was quickly tugged out of his mouth when his trouble breathing was noticed. He opened his jaws wider and gulped air as if he would not have another breath. He was having trouble still but his breathing had eased somewhat. The pain was still there, as agonising as it was, now that most of the more serious wounds were closed, at least the air couldn't get in anymore.

He dimly felt a coat being placed on his chest, cutting the cold air off of him. When the young woman manipulated his head to get a good look at his pupils, which one was dilated more than the other as she saw, he winced slightly, pain flaring through his temples. That wasn't a good sign. The woman placed his head in her lap; it was way more comfortable than the stone floor. His eyelids fluttered close but he jerked awake before he could go there.

He couldn't have understood what she had threatened him with but the tone told him enough. The woman seemed to know what to do, but at the moment he couldn't really care less. He had ceased to really thing about it, except to try and stay awake. There was something else coming, he just knew it.

Mind boggling pain swept through his leg as his 'nurse' set the bones back into place. A harsh cry tore from his throat, shudders and shakes going through his body. This was too much, even for him, who had more than two thousand years to come to terms with pain and other ailments of human life. The pain of his injuries as well as the pain of his replaced bones sent him over the edge.

His breathing became difficult, his heartbeat taking an erratic touch. The ageless man subconsciously tried his best to steady his breathing and calm his raging heart but was not exactly successful. Panting, the brown haired man heaved, but he didn't exactly have anything in his stomach anyway. Gasping suddenly, a burning feeling exploded in his chest, his panicked but glazed eyes searching for hers. He was somewhat lucid, and he was trying to convey that he was trying, honestly trying, but that was failing in obeying her order.

The pain intensified in his torso, a faint moan exiting his lips. Slowly, his heartbeat stilled, as did his already weakened breathing. Eyelids covered his unfocused eyes while what had been left of color in his face gave way to deadly pale.
 

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Fia saw his breathing still, she ran to his side checking his pulse she found he had stopped she'd have to revive him. She quickly took the coat off his chest and she put her lips on his forcing fresh air into his lungs. She then massaged his chest near the heart trying to get it to start moving again. She then put her lips back on his, forcing air unto his lungs after she pushed on his chest to force the used air out. She continued massaging, and breathing for him. She didn't want him to die after all that pain she forced him to go through.

She continued to breath for him frantically trying to make him live. She massaged the area near his heart again, she said a inward prayer. She didn't want this man to die after all she had put him through. "COME ON BREATH!!!" She said out loud the panic in her voice was noticable, she may have seemed heartless. But she didn't want to kill him, she pushed on his chest again forcing the air out. Being careful of the wounds but doing what was necessary.

She put her lips to his once more forcing air into them, she was going to need a break if he didn't start breathing yet. She panted forcing the air out and putting her lips to his forcing new air back in.

((Sorry it's short *wanted to leave it in a awkward situation*))
 
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