The Forsaken Arts

Chapter 16: Healing

Walking through the curtains, he saw the physician standing over a seemingly unconscious man, checking his pulse.

There to the left stood a woman with dark green hair that was pulled back into a braided ponytail. She appeared to be in prayer as her head was lowered.

Continuing her silent prayer, Evenharth remained quiet out of respect. Here was a woman well versed in the healing arts. Yet his first time laying eyes on her, she was in prayer over the body of the man she'd just saved with her own two hands.

After giving the room a quick a scan, it was obvious that the man would have died had it not been for Silvannas. There were two tables total that could accommodate patients and one was already being used.

He noticed very limited medical supplies in means of a medicine or equipment. How anyone would survive a serious injury being brought here was beyond the spell-fighter's comprehension.

"Excuse me son, do you need help, are you hurt?" the physician asked.

Evenharth looked over to see that both Silvannas and the older gentleman had their focus set on him.

Offering a friendly closed-mouth smile, he stepped forward while introducing himself, proclaiming to have met the patient's wife and daughter on his way to Ronfure.

"Ah Wendy." the old man said. "A very caring woman with a big heart."

"The poor thing was so panicked, both her and the little one. We were eventually able to put them at ease." Silvannas added, with the softest tone to ever touch Evenharth's ears.

"We? What a humble young lady." said the physician, while walking over and sitting himself on a stool.

He insisted that it was her healing touch that was able to put them at ease and let them know that everything was going to be okay. However Silvannas declared that merely mending wounds with no medical background wasn't enough. It was the physician's expertise and ability to provide antibiotics and confirm vitals which reassured them that from a medical standpoint, their loved one was going to recover.

"Not everyone believes in the Arts." she replied while calmly beginning to stroll about the room, looking over the medic's supplies.

Evenharth kept a watchful eye on her while trying not to stare. He asked the physician if he'd mind telling him his side of the story. Introducing himself, William explained how Wendy was in a state of hesteria when she and the men who were carrying her husband arrived.

"She watched nervously and helplessly while I began cutting off her husband's clothes in order  to better asses the severity of his wounds. There was so much blood... It would have been impossible for me to apply pressure to every gash, there were so many tears in his flesh. I had to ask some of the men to help apply pressure and bandages."

"That was when I entered." Silvannas interjected.

Evenharth and William both directed their attention towards her, she explained how the look on the physician's face was filled with worry and doubt.

"You could physically see his breathing continue to get weaker and weaker. I didn't feel he would survive from medical care alone, losing the amount of blood that he did, so I stepped in."

"He's very lucky you showed up when you did." Evenharth insisted.

"Very miraculous." William added.

"No no. Nothing miraculous about it. I was in the process of pricing my haul of freshly caught fish at one of the stands when one of the gentlemen carrying him bumped into me. He apologized in passing and I was able to over hear the others talking about what happened."