i'm not a little bird | open, injury

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"Oh no..." he murmured, hurrying to the boy's side, and sniffing him tentatively. Witch was still breathing, which was a relief, but the amount of blood was worrying. "Don't worry, buddy, we'll get help, okay?" he said, though he was aware that Witchkit was unconscious and couldn't see a word he was saying. "Should I get a medic, or you?" the serval inquired anxiously, not wanting to waste time but also in a haste to find someone to help.

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The sound of an earsplitting screech filled Eggpaw's ears as he trotted through the territory in search of herbs, green eyes clouding with worry as he recognized the voice to belong to someone very young. Immediately he dashed towards the noise, stopping beside Witchkit and placing the few herbs he had gathered beside him. Oh, shit.. Was there no one supervising this child? He glanced at Venta and Pierce- they seemed like they had just gotten there, and probably didnt know what happened- then began looking over the injuries.

Blood was trailing from his head, flooding from a large gash that was accompanied by a bruise- and taking into consideration the snapped branch from the tree, it looked like Witchkit definitely fell. However, when he felt the kit's pulse he was still warm and his heartbeat continued. So he wasn't dead, that was good. Luckily he had seen this before from Venta's own concussion, so he knew to try to place his paws on Witch's head, keeping it steady in case there was a spinal injury. The wound itself looked bad, and he wasn't sure if the skull had survived it untouched. That wasn't something he knew how to fix, if it was even fixable. "Heck.. could someone get Lottie please? Quickly." He talked quickly, keeping the kit's head steady as he took a bit of wet moss he had found while searching earlier and trying to carefully clean some blood off the wound so he could see it better, remember what Iselotta had done to see that one person's eye earlier.

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[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify]She does not like blood. She does not like blood at all. She is used to the metallic, tangy scent and taste, but she is uneasy and restless around it. The fluid is thick, unlike water, and pours in puddles and not in useless shapes. Blood, despite her knowing what it is, she is still afraid. It is as if it is still apart of its' owner, almost like an extra limb, and it makes her own blood bubble. She knows what it is like to get a few minor cuts and scrapes, but Adelaide has never possessed a serious injury. She does not want to, because those injuries normally end in lost sight, hearing, or smell and a missing limb. She could not imagine living without any of those things.

So she is cautious.

Adelaide knows what it is like to be the subject of so many curious eyes, and they make her feel small. Eyes, eyes, eyes. She thinks they are beautiful, she knows that they are beautiful, little bits of heaven painted in them all, but she does not like to be the one being looked at. She likes her own eyes, a bright jade green, but she does not let others see them. She knows that they are interesting, but their beauty can make her clanmates fidget and so she does not offer them the chance to look.

She approaches carefully to avoid any blood getting onto her paws, and she knows what it feels like to be the one getting looked at. It makes goosebumps appear on her arms and legs, miniscule areas of hypersensitivity that pick up any signs of a cooler breeze. It makes her eyes wide, and visible to others. It makes her heart race and her pulse a sped up tap dance. She knows what it is like, but does not order the surrounding crowd to stop. He is in dire need of assistance, not solitude.

She is not of use, and she does not want to get in the way, so she peers over from where she sits in the far right corner. She makes sure not to allow her gaze to drift to the male, but it does on occasion, and she smiles an artificial smile through her eyes. She hopes he receives it.

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"I am not Lottie, but-" Lori attempted to explain herself and her medical background, but her words remained back within her throat, unable to reach the outside world. She made her way through the gathering crowd of people, finding Witchkit at the center. Her green eyes widened with concern, immediately understanding the urgency of this situation. "Did anyone see this happen?" She'd ask in general, hoping to get more information about the height of his fall and anything else. At last, she made it to the victim, assessing him quickly.

Eggpaw had already began to soak up the blood with some wet moss and maintain alignment. "Good-- Eggpaw, was it? Keep holding inline stabilization." The ex-medic stated as she bent over the kit to check his vitals. Breathing and pulse were both weak, shallow, but he was alive-- for now. "I-- I think his skull is fractured. From a fall greater than a meter and half, it's inevitable. His neck..." She briefly checked his ears for spinal fluid. None was there that she could see. There was no"His neck looks okay, but there is nothing we can do about his head. It does not look depressed, but at this point I really can't tell. If the skull is making contact with the brain at this point, he's.." Dead, a gonner. They did not have the tools or methods to fix that, at least not that Lorraine was aware of. Until Lottie came, they'd maintain inline stabilization and keep him from losing too much blood.

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[spoiler=too much information / driving me insane]GENERAL INFORMATION:
★ Lorraine Jean-Pierre | Lori (childhood nickname)
★ 12 moons | ages real-time.
★ Female | demisexual, attracted to males
★ BlizzardClan member
★ Former general surgeon of DarkClan
CURRENT EVENTS:
★ New member to Blizzardclan
IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ First language is French; has a thick accent
★ Pacifist- she believes that violence of any kind is inexcusable (except certain circumstances)
★ Suffered domestic abuse as a child, has difficulty trusting others because of that
★ Has a general knowledge of herbs and first aid

APPEARANCE INFORMATION:
★ Willowy, thin coyote
★ Pale beige coloring with green eyes
— Constantly fidgeting; normally distracted or pensive
— Soft-spoken but highly articulate
INTERACTION INFORMATION
★ Attack in bold.
★ No capture/maim/kill.
★ Ask permission before injuring.
★ Easy physically | Difficult mentally.

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The call for a medic was one he hadn't heard in a while. It shot him upright, as if his his own life depended upon it. It was a scream, a yell, a tone — he hadn't heard in so long. In DarkClan, for a while — they'd even specifically called his name like they were doing to Lottie. Medic. Ben! The wolf could almost hear it again as his paws crunched into the colder soil as he adjusted the medic equipment on his flank. It didn't take him long to start loping in the direction of the voices, the stench of metallic blood. It felt familiar to him, it felt as if it was what he was supposed to be doing. His jaw kept itself clenched, but his face masked itself of most emotion as he finally reached the scene. His gaze flickered towards the panicked BlizzardClanners, to the two medic trainees — Eggpaw and Sylmae, and then to Lorraine. It felt so goddamn familiar to him, especially with the female coyote already at the scene. Her words were clear to him as he purposefully focused his hearing onto his former co-worker.

Without warning to those standing there, the skinnier wolf was pushing his way through the crowd to stand alongside the other medics. Witchkit — the name rung aloud into his head, causing the lupine to dip his head as he observed the head of the kitten. He didn't know the younger feline well, but it didn't matter. Seeing the kid hurt caused him to subtly stiffen. They didn't deserve to die this young. He'd seen enough youthful eyes grow cold and glassy before him. Too many times. From what the former DarkClan head medic had heard, and drawn to a conclusion — was that the boy had fallen and hit his skull on the ground. They were calling for Lottie, but she didn't appear to be there yet. Hell, had no one been watching him? If what him and Lorraine both though was true, about him cracking his skull — they'd have to wait and see how his body would take it. There was no real way of telling how large or small the fracture was. He was young though, Witchkit — was unlikely to have a strong skull at his age. The healer was chewing on his lip as he turned to look at the others. "Lorraine's right — Eggpaw, keep soakin' up that blood — not a lot of pressure though." His voice was steady, as it always was in in these types of situations. He'd been trained to act the way he was now. "Just keep your paw there, support his head." Ben jerked his head towards the apprentice before letting his lighter blue eyes switch to look at the coyote he stood besides. "Don't think it has, we don't gotta' way to know how long he's been lyin' here." Ben found himself stiff, as instinctively latched onto the idea that the kid was going to stay alive.

"I don't have spiderwebs or bandages with me now — we could use some for his head." He paused as he moved to re-test the kid's vitals as Lorraine had also done as if he wanted to double check too. "The skin's been torn from this, we can't have him losing too much blood from his head especially since his skull's probably — cracked."

[align=justify][center]text. "speech." thought.He had heard the screeching, seen the accident as he plummeted down in a fast dive, but he was too late, if Witch didn't recover from this he would never forgive himself. He circled the skies endlessly in order to prevent what just happened, just went to show how terrible he was at his job if he couldn't save the kid he considered the closest thing to family. His voice grainy, and his eyes furrowed, he looked down at the child, and then to Benjamin, "He's going to be okay right? He'll pull through... he has to be okay." The male worried out loud, picking at his scarf with his beak and pulling it off. "Please use this if it will help, I can always get another scarf, but I can't ever replace him." He jerked his head towards the kitten, gulping back the fear that was welling up inside of him, his heart was in his throat and he felt a flashback to when his little brother died.

He was chasing Mattie down the sidewalk, they were laughing, giggling, having fun. It was almost twilight, and dusk was just setting in. JW had looked away for one second, one fucking second, and then tires screeched, and Mattie screamed. His head had jerked back to see Mattie on the sidewalk, his head cracked open, blood pouring from it... the driver of the car had backed up, and driven away... and JW hadn't noticed a unique thing about it. Not only had he let his little brother die, but he had not been able to avenge his death. The helpless feeling that had welled up in him, was just like the one he was feeling now. "Who did this?" If only there was someone that he could blame, something that he could avenge, but he knew that the only one he could blame for this was himself... he was a failure. He looked towards Benjamin, eyes wide, "Is there, is there anything that I can do to help? Anything at all?!" He asked his voice breaking slightly with the pain and anxiety.

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[fancypost=width:50%; text-align:justify; font-size:9; font-family:georgia;]"Calm down, now, it may not be as bad as it seems," Lottie's voice would break through the gentle commotion of the situation as the white panther finally made to the scene, after forgetting to bookmark this thread yesterday, whoops. She felt relief to see Ben, Lorraine, Mae, and Eggpaw all there; and from the snippets of conversation she had picked up, Eggpaw had been the first one on the scene. "Well done, Eggpaw. You reacted well," she would praise with a nod in her Trainee's direction as she carefully joined into the group, looking over young Witchkit. What a terrible injury it was for one so young.

Pulling her bag off of her shoulder quickly, everything was pushed aside as she joined the work of the group of medics around her. "Calm, Jules. Panicking will not help this situation. Be calm and still," pausing for only half a second, she offered out the eagle a canteen from her bag. "You're fast. Perhaps you can go fill that up with cleaner water. He'll need it when he wakes." The panther made a point to say when. She would not be the one to lose optimism here. "Right. I have cobwebs here, it'll help close it up more. But I'm not sure how much more we can do beyond that. I've not tried- nor heard- of anyone trying to splint off an area of the head to keep pressure off of it from him rolling over or something of the sort,"

She spoke hastily as she pulled out the carefully wrapped bundle of cobwebs from her bag, letting it hang in the air as she tried to make a silent gesture that it could be the replacement to the moss soaking up the kitten's blood. "Look at him, though. I do not think he's been here long. His fur isn't drying with blood. It's all still fresh," she offered, as a bit of hope into the situation. "We might have just been in time."
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There was so much conversation and panic all around her. Lori chose not to listen to it- she had been through this before, and by now, the young adult had learned to tune things out. Benjamin's arrival brought some level of comfort to her, as they worked well together, knew how to operate, what to do. She nodded at his words, examining the body once more. "It's a one in a million chance," she muttered to Ben, gently feeling the kit's limbs and abdomen for deformity, "--nothing else is broken. Right on his damn head," it was more of a secret code. To a witness, Lorraine seemed to be making a general statement, but realistically, she was saying, I'd be surprised if he survived this. If he did, when he did, it was not going to be a very pleasant experience for the kid. "I had nothing when I came," Lori would respond in agreement with a frown. She felt stranded, not having the right tools to help the victim- Ben must have felt the same way. At his diagnosis, she'd nod slowly, though the frown would deepen. "Most definitely a fracture. A contusion to the brain, as well, from that high a fall. There isn't all that much we can do, besides control bleeding and monitor his vitals..."

Her eyes shifted briefly to Jules, who was already in a state of panic. Great. She parted her jaws to respond to him, but it was too late- Lottie was already here, offering her expertise. Good, good, Lori already felt some of the weight come off her shoulders as she saw the equipment that she had. "Madame," the femme attempted as she addressed Lottie, "After we bandage the head, I believe we should keep him here until he comes to-- unless there is immediate danger, it's always a risk to move a victim." She offered. "I know of a recovery position that ensures that his, ah, airway remains clear and keeps his head wound from touching the ground, if that is of any use..." Lori most definitely did not want to boss anyone around or force her way into anything- she just wanted to provide her knowledge and training, that was all.

She glanced at the child once more, a frown now upon her face. At this point, it was starting to register. He was so young, and this injury... well, it could change his entire life. There was no telling the extent of the damages yet, but loss of balance, poor memory and focus, and pain were some of the common symptoms of brain injuries. Witchkit was really going to be hurting when he woke up from this. Lori couldn't help but wonder, as Ben had, at how this occurred. Had he snuck away from his parents? Someone must have seen him, right? Whatever happened, nothing was done to stop him, and now they were in this circumstance. He was alive, though, and Lorraine was almost certain that he'd survive this. For now, though, it would be the waiting game.

[spoiler=too much information / driving me insane]GENERAL INFORMATION:
★ Lorraine Jean-Pierre | Lori (childhood nickname)
★ 12 moons | ages real-time.
★ Female | demisexual, attracted to males
★ BlizzardClan member
★ Former general surgeon of DarkClan
CURRENT EVENTS:
★ New member to Blizzardclan
IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ First language is French; has a thick accent
★ Pacifist- she believes that violence of any kind is inexcusable (except certain circumstances)
★ Suffered domestic abuse as a child, has difficulty trusting others because of that
★ Has a general knowledge of herbs and first aid

APPEARANCE INFORMATION:
★ Willowy, thin coyote
★ Pale beige coloring with green eyes
— Constantly fidgeting; normally distracted or pensive
— Soft-spoken but highly articulate
INTERACTION INFORMATION
★ Attack in bold.
★ No capture/maim/kill.
★ Ask permission before injuring.
★ Easy physically | Difficult mentally.

[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]It was very fortunate that BlizzardClan had so many capable medics - official or otherwise - didn't they? Approaching slowly after Iselotta, Sweetophelia kept her distance from the scene, her pale lilac eyes curious as she looked over at Witchkit's body - mostly shielded from her line of sight. Her gaze then flickered over to Benjamin, Eggpaw, Sylmae, and then Lorraine as she spoke up. "What happened again, exactly?" Clearly Witchkit was injured - a head injury seemingly - but the circumstances were largely mysterious to her.
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