Essentia Animus

09-Accepting Reality

Vwyx was rapidly helped back into the same bed she had been left in for the past year. Khyzae ran off to get her parents while Sryine remained at Vwyx's side.

Khyzae's parents rushed in soon after to take account of the situation. After a quick inspection, Khyzae's mother ran off to get some supplies while her father adjusted her rudimentary bandages. It was exemplary of just how far behind the village was, not even having people around skilled with basic first aid, not even having the equipment to deal with basic injuries. But this wasn't a basic injury, the arm ligament had been severed, even with his equipment he was unsure just how much could be done. Injuries this serious would require some special instruments, things he just did not have, nor was he all that familiar with such procedures. This was quite a cruel twist of fate.

"Is there anything I can help with? I don't really know this stuff at all, but I want to make sure Vwyx is going to be alright." "I'm sorry, this might be beyond me. I'll be able to make sure the wound isn't infected and that her injury doesn't get worse, but something this serious isn't just going to heal by itself." "But.. but you don't have ways to make it better? You both took such great care of us for a whole year, clearly this..." "We don't have the right instruments to deal with something this serious, and there is no way we could get what we need in time. I'm sorry, we really don't have things quite as advanced as you are thinking. The equipment I had brought was mostly for my own research, not for something like this. Even your own recovery was nothing short of a miracle, the seriousness of the burns you had suffered should have in all accounts been fatal." Sryine paused in shock at Khyzae's father's account of the situation. After all her efforts, was this really the best they could do?

Sryine took account of all of the information presented to her. The biggest issue was that they were cut off from anything the village would require to deal with something like this. The village missed quite a number of things, more than just the books she had always craved, this was only a prime example of how serious of a problem that disconnect could actually be. Even so, watching Khyzae's father work, she could tell his outside knowledge was more than what anyone else had around here. Even with such knowledge, the rest of the village was outcasting the entire family out of uncertainty. It was such ignorance that had left the village so poorly prepared to deal with such an emergency.

Khyzae was not comfortable with the situation either. Her brilliant father, her own creator, was forced to call surrender in the light of such an injury. Khyzae could still keenly remember her earlier moments of awakening, falling from her chair and suffering her own terrible injury. Vwyx had flown to her side and had quickly dealt with the situation. Now that the table had turned, wasn't there anything she could do in return? Khyzae looked over her important friend, still keenly sensing her presence and importance in a way she still could not explain. Her friend would have lost a lot of lifeblood at this point, her pale complexion made that all too obvious. The tearing of her friend's arm ligaments separated her from her own hand, itself looking pale and lifeless. They needed a way to reconnect the broken tissue, then to replace the missing lifeblood from her system.

Khyzae's mother returned with some supplies, mostly hot water, dry cloth, and some variety of ointments. Clearly stuff good at cleaning the injury, preventing an infection. The ointment would also be capable of making sure her blood would cauterize the wound, ensuring it closed up properly. None of that would repair the broken tissue. As her mother brought the supplies, her father stepped aside to prepare the cloth, Khyzae took her father's place at Vwyx's side. She took an opportunity to get a closer look at the situation, unwinding Vwyx's bandages. Her father finished preparing the cloth and jumped at seeing his daughter already in the situation. In his hesitation, she took the dripping cloth from him, ignoring the ointment. She applied the wet cloth to the injury, focusing on the cloth in her efforts.