[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Sky Pillar || Late Morning | 8
((OOC--I know I did not say this earlier, but Adventus cleaned his claws of any blood before he picked her up :b It’s just an important detail I missed. Oh, and sorry for the long post D:))
Nothing much happened during the quiet and solemn walk up to the fifth floor--there was not a single Undead, much to Adventus’s surprise. When they reached the fifth floor, though, the Weavile had already planned what he was going to do. While the Blaziken apologizes to Tansis for having to leave her, he rests the rodent down by the fire bird’s feet. Just after he places her down, she looks weakly up to him and mutters something in her quivering voice: “A-Alu....Alucard....is that you?” The Rattata vomits a little, either affected by the virus or due to her frail body. She quickly collapses back into a semi-conscious state. Taking gentle care in moving her from the sickly pile, he flicks an ear towards the Pidgey when it comes up to offer an idea.
“Hmm. Maybe it should be treated like a snake bite so the virus won’t spread further. I know how, my trainer did it once.” He looks to the small bird standing at his left. Despite her help, though, he can see she has a poor understanding of the Epidemic Virus. “Sadly, illnesses do not work like that Blu.”
Tansis pads over, her eyes drowsy from poor sleep, and closely examines the sickly leg injury. Her expression mixes with concern and disgust. “I don’t know any healing moves to help, other than Calm Mind, but that doesn’t really help.” The attempt at aid is appreciative, but he nods lightly as he kneels down on one knee to examine the injury carefully. He catches idle corrections from the Delcatty to the Pidgey, but such attentions are at the back of his focused mind momentarily. The leg’s state looks grim, with purplish blood spattered across its bloody, exposed wound. Quickly he skims his memory for any medical tricks that could work. One comes up--
What about a cold cleanse?“How about salt water? We are surrounded in an ocean;” Tansis’s suggestion interrupts his thoughts, but he looks up with interest. “I heard salt prevents bacteria from replicating, and works as an abrasive to clean the wound. We could probably boil the water, and then use it to try and clean the little Rattata’s leg.” As good as the idea is, it would not work. With a mild frown he returns her idea.
“A wise idea, Tansis.” He gives a slight pause to gather his thoughts. “Sadly, though, I have read Human books on normal viruses and bacteria. The ordinary organisms in ocean water would be killed by boiling, but the Epidemic Virus only becomes more aggressive as its environment’s temperature increases. Basically, it would only worsen the injury’s condition. But cold temperatures,” Adventus raises his right claw and lets the palm radiate wisps of cold air, “will help it heal. I can also clean it in the absence of clean saltwater.”
He focuses upon the injury, moving his right claw over the wound gently while its frigid state clashes with the humid and warm atmosphere. Gently pressing it over, he chills the surface of the gash. The tainted blood crackles as it freezes onto the frosty shell. While he tends to it, his sensitive ears hear the fast throb of her heart. Grimly, he troubles.
The pulse is fast: The beat of a prey creature. Sadly, swiftly, truly will it be her last struggle? Under the care of the frigid claw, the wound’s pain is numbed lightly. After close to a minute of care, he withdraws it to observe the injury’s state. It is now glitters lightly with the shine of a modest frost, while the wound itself is devoid of the rotten colors that once colored it. Although it has been cleaned and that will help prevent any further bleeding, he knows her undeath is inevitable. Raising up his palm, he considers the amount of corrupted blood that he lifted from the cut. Rising up from the subject, he gives his opinion, leaving his icy and bloody claw to rest at his side as he moves his glance to the others.
“All we can do now is keep her strong and safe. The wound has been cleaned, and the chill will help prevent any commonplace infections.”
But only a miracle could save her after getting that much contact to the virus. He walks towards the window to their left, shucking the ice shell on the palm of his right claw and tossing it out. Pessimistically, a thought bites at him.
Was her infection my fault? Throwing the guilt to the side, he hisses inside.
Why do I care? If it is, then tough luck! In times such as this, his morbid and calm demeanor towards death and suffering really help. Another thought comes to mind while he wanders his mind--something that he took notice of but did not really care about until now. “Tansis, by the way--Have you seen that Furret?” He goes to walk up the stairs to the next floor, but takes note of a rather large fractured stone that fell from the earlier explosion along the way. “Oh, and sorry if that explosion almost hurt you Tansis.” Walking up the flight and looking around the corner, he sees nothing but a crumbly, morning-lit hallway. Walking back down, he shrugs his puzzlement. “Looks like the explosion scared him off, or something.”
