(Theo's 1st PO
After gathering my senses together, I looked at the wound again, prepared for what I would see. The black liquid sent shivers down my back despite knowing what I would witness. I wondered what it was, whether or not it was part of them... No, ask questions later; right now, you have to help this dying stranger!
Realizing that I couldn't call any of the servants as they were busy with the other aristocrats, I had to do this unpleasant job myself. Skidding across to the nightshade on the left side of my bed, I pulled open the top drawer. Knowing that there was a first aid kid there, for what reason, I don't know, but who am I to judge? I grabbed it and rushed back. I crouched down and opened the metal tin box that could save a life tonight. Thankful for those basic mandatory first aid lessons, I took out the disinfectant and the fresh white cloth. Dollop the right amount onto the wound, then gently pat it down with the fabric. Then, I removed the cloth, unraveled the woven material, and started expertly wrapping the material around the torse. Tying the knot, I made sure that the bandage wasn't on too tight; it wasn't. Happy with my work, I registered that I couldn't leave them lying on the now-ruined couch. My only option was to put them on my bed.
Taking a pile of already ruined sheets, I think a new servant had accidentally spilled coffee on one of them; from the laundry, I threw them over the bed, hoping that layers of cloth wouldn't let the blood seep through.
Now comes the hard part, I thought, to carry the person onto the bed without further injuring them. I decided that the best way was to carry them bridal style. I put one of my arms under their legs and the other propping up their back, their head lolling slightly. Thankfully, they were light; I tried not to think about the fact that it was most likely because they looked malnourished, with their white skin tightly drawn across their face. When I reached the bed, I gently placed them down, ensuring their head was supported, and all the bandages secured. Then I pulled over a chair and slumped into it. Now, I had a chance to scrutinize the person. They had no shoes on their scathed feet, with, like most of their body, littered with scratches. The blood on their hair had dried, and the ends of their blond locks seemed frayed, as if not cut properly in a while. The previously white clothes, if you could even call them that, were colored with dirt, grass, and blood. I wondered what happened to this person to get so scathed. But what I thought about the most was that mysterious black liquid was. As I was thinking about this mystery, a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me; the adrenaline was gone. I realized that I needed to rest. So I got myself into a comfortable position and told myself that it would only be for a short while, but the second my body relaxed, I fell into a deep sleep.V)
