The Prison Healer Oneshots

Ye old switcheroo

Spoils: TPH

TW: Death, Blood

Edit: I forgot to mention it's an AU where Kiva and Jaren switch roles 

Jaren gripped the knife, deep in concentration. It was always the hardest part to do even though he tried to make it as painless as possible.

But he knew pain was inevitable... especially at Zalindov Prison.

He stood over his latest, unconscious patient, carving a Z into his skin before administering painkillers and bandaging it up. It was the same routine as always for 10 years. Sometimes Tipp, who was practically his brother, would help comfort the patient but he wasn't with him. At least this time, the patient was unconscious but he would be waking up to a shock.

Later that day, Jaren had another delivery of patients, 3 of them all covered in blood. Almost immediately, Jaren checked for a pulse. After his final check, two of the patients were already dead but the third patient still had a light pulse. Instinctively, Jaren yelled out for Tipp to gather some water but then realised he wasn't with him.

"I'll go get him," The guard with bright amber eyes said. It had surprised Jaren. Guards don't talk to the prisoners unless it's for other things, especially not offering to help. Sceptically, Jaren eyed the guard as she left to find Tipp.

As Tipp entered the room, Jaren immediately instructed him to grab a bucket of water and to carefully heat up the knife he'd use to carve her hand. While Tipp grabbed the water, Jaren started cutting away the bloody clothes. The blood had dried all over the patient's skin and part of the clothes were stuck to the skin. Tipp started wetting a couple rags for both him and Jaren which they both used to clean off some blood. Slowly, the patient became more identifiable. It was a girl, who was no older than 17.

"Woah she has pretty hair," Tipp pointed out as he touched the only part of her hair that wasn't matted in blood.

"It's too bad we'll have to shear it off. It's protocol." Jaren returned before continuing on, "at least she looks healthy enough. She might survive long enough for it to start growing back."

"Maybe she'll get assigned to the infirmary? Then we can be friends!" Tipp said with a smile as he continued cleaning off dried blood. That's what Jaren hated. Tipp didn't deserve a life in Zalindov, he was innocent, similarly to Jaren. Tipp deserved to have friends and to be free. Not stuck in a death prison but Jaren still had to say, "I doubt she would work in the infirmary. She's young and her physique is strong. She'll probably be sent to the tunnels or hard labour." Jaren sent the guard a look. He wasn't sure what he wanted to convey but he wanted to send her a look.

When she was as clean as they could get her, Jaren started looking for any sign of injury but to his surprise, he found none.

"She must have been covered in someone else's blood. I assume the guards must have knocked her out with drugs. Maybe there was a fight but we'll have to wait until she wakes up." He said with a sigh.

"Tipp, will you pass me that knife?" Jaren said as he pointed to the knife that was balanced above an open flame. Tipp ran over to the flame that was in the opposite corner of the infirmary which caused Jaren to yell, "Be careful. It's dangerous and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you. You can start to shave her hair while I do the carving."

Once again, Jaren found himself in deep concentration, gripping the knife. About to cause so much pain. He pressed the hot knife into the back of her palm and did 3 swipes. She groaned at the pain. Jaren rushed to bandage her hand while Tipp shaved off some of her hair. She groaned again.

"She's waking up," Tipp whispered as she kept groaning.

Her eyes fluttered open. Everyone, including the guard, gasped.

"Whe- Where in the damn gods am I?" She screeched, her voice husky from the lack of use. She sat up from the pallet she was on. Tipp instantly responded with, 'The Infirmary' to which Jaren continued with, 'in the Zalindov Prison.'

"Za- Zalindov Prison? Oh gods.." She said while her hands went straight to her non existent hair. "What happened to my hair?"

"Mandatory shave. It'll regrow s-soon." Tipp assured her, eager to give her the prison tour. "I'm T-Tipp by the way, and this is J-Jaren. He quickly added when the girl gave a strange look.

"We healed you since you were unconscious, covered in blood when you arrived." Jaren told her before continuing, "It wasn't your blood but we still had to clean you. And.. we had to carve your hand." His voice went quiet.

"Wait, you had to clean me?" Kiva looked down to see herself in just her underclothes.

"Yeah, but don't w-worry about it, it's our j-job." Tipp said, handing her some clothes. Jaren and Tipp turned around to give her privacy. While she was changing Jaren started tending to the dead patients while Tipp explained about her hand. He put a linen cloth over the bodies and the room went silent for a good moment.

"Will you tell Mot that we have another delivery?" Jaren asked Tipp quietly. Even if the dead were criminals, they still deserved respect. It surprised Jaren when Tipp shook his head. "Alright, I'll go tell him when we're done here" Jaren turned to the guard, waiting for his next instructions.

"Take her on the tour and then she'll get her work." The amber eyed guard said, then she turned around and exited the building. Her shift must have been over. After a pause, Jaren motioned for Kiva and Tipp to follow.

"I don't really do these tours but this is the infirmary. Just come here if you need help and I want to see you in a couple days to check on your hand. Over here, are the cell blocks, and the mines, farm and work areas are over there." Jaren pointed to where everything was. "If you want to survive, I suggest you stay strong. If you're in the mines you probably won't last long. I'm sorry to say it but it's true." He finally said.

After the tour, Jaren left Tipp to make sure Kiva was settled in and went to find Mot. When Mot had finalised when he'd pick up the deceased, Jaren left back to the infirmary. It had been a big day but he knew more was yet to come.

I forgot about the epidemic that happened in the prison so oops

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