Perhaps it wasn't Murielle's finest moment when accidentally mispronouncing a spell had an unconscious Original landing slap-bang in the middle of her home. Though at first this mistake may have seemed horrible, it leads to a whirlwind of a life tha...
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Rose was quickly, but gently, laid down on the dining table. As Murielle tied her hair back, she instructed Elijah on which plant to pick from the greenhouse. "Dark purple flower of sorts, has a spathe. Roughly 0.8 metres high."
He nodded as he listened intently to her words, mumbling them back to himself before he went away in a blur to the greenhouse.
"Finn!" Murielle called out, and within a second, he was there, a half-folded bedsheet in his hands.
Before he had a chance to say anything or question the nearly dead vampire on their table, she sent off instructions to him: "Silver caustic, saline solution, and Vaseline, you know where it is."
Like his brother had before, Finn was away in a blur, leaving a fluttering bedsheet behind. Murielle immediately darted for it before it hit the ground and thanked the goddess for her quick-ish reflexes. She set it on the back of the sofa in the room next door before returning to Rose.
A sheen of sweat covered her skin, and the blackness continued to creep down her veins.
Elijah and Finn returned at the same time with all the necessary items to see Murielle sliding blue nitrile gloves onto her hands. She removed the shoddy wound dressing from Rose's bite and sucked in a breath at the sight of the wound.
"Could you both please not hover over me?" She asked overly sweetly, as the brothers had come closer to inspect the damage with interest, but they quickly backed away when she asked them to.
Murielle quickly and efficiently, as if she had done it a thousand times before, cleaned the wound with the saline solution and coated the surrounding area with a thin layer of petroleum jelly for it's protection. She judged the wound to have adequate moisture so as not to need to add water to the silver nitrate stick.
For two long minutes, Finn and Elijah watched as Murielle applied the tip of the silver nitrate stick to the bite mark, rolling it over and over. They watched her movements and couldn't help but think how proficient she was; she healed Rose as if she had done it a thousand times before.
"Do we have a sterile jar, Finn?" Murielle asked when she was approaching the time to finish the treatment.
Elijah jumped in first, eager to help and happy that he knew where these, at least, were kept. "I'll grab it."
The stick was placed in the jar that Elijah had fetched, but Finn had been anticipatory and was soon by her side with the wound dressing. She thanked them both, amused by the slight competitiveness that helping had come to have.
Interwoven in the dressing that Murielle carefully applied were strips of the spathe of the dragon arum flower.
With a deep sigh, she stepped back, removing her gloves and analysing her work for any issues. But it seemed that the infected spread had already reduced slightly.
