Post by salty on Jun 15, 2005 11:19:25 GMT -5
::Salty nodded to the sailor, turned and led his kajira to a place on the dock near the shore (he was not to happy being near large bodies of water), but close enough to the boat so that if the need should arise, he and the girl could reach the boat in just a couple of Ihns.
He sat down, legs crossed, and began to rummage through his pack. He found his medical kit, opened it and laid out items he would be using: sewing needles, sutures of cotton and animal gut, forceps, three small blades, healing salve, cotton cloths for bandages and a small bottle of disinfectant.
He had his kajira help him remove his tunic and breeches and then he began to inspect his wounds:
A deep gash in his left thigh, as long as the width of his hand, bleeding slowly, was the most serious. He found several smaller gashes, stab wounds, bruises and dammne! he mused, a long, curved slice from his left shoulder, crossing his belly, down to his right hip....(he hadn't even felt that blow).
He had Tara open a bota of paga, then he drank half and poured the rest over his wounds, his body twitching and jerking about as the alcohol burned and stung the open flesh.
He made the kajira sit on his left leg to help hold it still while he sewed up the wound. The poor girl was in tears and nearly retching, so he made her sit with her back to the wound...no sense in her getting sick on the wound, he mused to himself. It took several Ehn to close the leg wound, he stitched small and close..then disinfectant was poured on the sewn area, then healing salve and then he made his girl wrap the leg tightly with the cotton cloth, even though she was pale as death as she worked.
He then made Tara attend to the other wounds, she wasn't happy with the chore and he had to slap her hard across her sweet face several times to force her to sew up cuts. She was more easily persuaded to put on salve and cotton cloth bandages.
When he was satisfied with the treatments, the girl helped to put back on his garments and then opened another bota of paga. Salty drank half the bota, then put his arm around Tara, pulled her close, kissed her long and gentle and made her drink some paga.
He was sore, tired, stiff, but pleased with his work, both at the house and on his wounds. He was also pleased with his kajira although, as he told her, she would have to be satisfied with a few kisses for awhile, he was in no shape to use her.
Together, master and slave leaned back against a dock fence and waited for the captain to return.::
He sat down, legs crossed, and began to rummage through his pack. He found his medical kit, opened it and laid out items he would be using: sewing needles, sutures of cotton and animal gut, forceps, three small blades, healing salve, cotton cloths for bandages and a small bottle of disinfectant.
He had his kajira help him remove his tunic and breeches and then he began to inspect his wounds:
A deep gash in his left thigh, as long as the width of his hand, bleeding slowly, was the most serious. He found several smaller gashes, stab wounds, bruises and dammne! he mused, a long, curved slice from his left shoulder, crossing his belly, down to his right hip....(he hadn't even felt that blow).
He had Tara open a bota of paga, then he drank half and poured the rest over his wounds, his body twitching and jerking about as the alcohol burned and stung the open flesh.
He made the kajira sit on his left leg to help hold it still while he sewed up the wound. The poor girl was in tears and nearly retching, so he made her sit with her back to the wound...no sense in her getting sick on the wound, he mused to himself. It took several Ehn to close the leg wound, he stitched small and close..then disinfectant was poured on the sewn area, then healing salve and then he made his girl wrap the leg tightly with the cotton cloth, even though she was pale as death as she worked.
He then made Tara attend to the other wounds, she wasn't happy with the chore and he had to slap her hard across her sweet face several times to force her to sew up cuts. She was more easily persuaded to put on salve and cotton cloth bandages.
When he was satisfied with the treatments, the girl helped to put back on his garments and then opened another bota of paga. Salty drank half the bota, then put his arm around Tara, pulled her close, kissed her long and gentle and made her drink some paga.
He was sore, tired, stiff, but pleased with his work, both at the house and on his wounds. He was also pleased with his kajira although, as he told her, she would have to be satisfied with a few kisses for awhile, he was in no shape to use her.
Together, master and slave leaned back against a dock fence and waited for the captain to return.::