Why was she being grabbed by the shoulders and shook like a ragdoll dummy? She didn't want to wake up, she was having fun with her class dreams.
Then whomever was shaking her decided to shout right in front of her sensitive ears.
Her eyes shot open, and she was met with a less-than-pleasant sight; clearly, a monster had taken her. This was it. This is how she will perish. Not while fighting the Sith or doing some great feat. No. The swamp creatures had gotten to her. In some ways, a very typical way to die for her. Clove let out a gasp and shuffled back for a second at the sight. Then something clicked when she recognized those dark eyes. It wasn't a swamp monster, but a backpack kidnapper (@Wit).
Almost just as bad as a swamp monster.
Clove rubbed her eyes with her right palm, confused, and took a closer look at Kal. To put it mildly, he looked like crap. "Ugh. Sorry, you startled me." She murmured, her voice nasal due to what used to be her nose. "... Is that some kind of medicine?" The half-Sephi took one long look at Kal's baldy patchy head coated in this odd purple slimy fluid before switching her focus to the rest of the Jedi in the wagon. Kal and Thelian were the most clearly hurt Padawans—in fact, Thelian's hand was missing a couple of fingers and was coated with burns.
With a curse in her native tongue and a grunt, Clove slowly pushed her upper body off the ground and began to sit up. That action was enough to alert her to her pounding nose and a new stream of blood rushing down her nostril, but oddly enough it wasn't as painful as she'd imagined. She raised both hands to her nose, and it was then that she saw her left hand. To put it mildly, those fingers weren't vertically aligned anymore, and there was blood everywhere.
A large part of her wanted to scream at the sight, but something about the lack of pain mixed with the abnormality of the finger position was strangely interesting.
Regardless, she lifted her glance to Kal before slowly rising to her feet. "Okay. Here's the plan— Oh chaos realm, I'm dizzy." Clove stumbled for a second to regain her footing before shaking her head. "Ugh. Okay. The strategy. We remove my backpack off your shoulders, and I begin repairing my left hand as soon as possible. Then I run over to Thelian and help him. When that's done, I'll go back to you and help you with your head." Regardless if Kal agreed or not, she approached him and yanked his left strap downward with her right hand. A little click sounded through the caravan, and the robust strap undid itself. She repeated the same with the right strap, and unless she was stopped, she slipped the bag down his back and put it on the ground.
Wait. Why did it have a tongue on the back? Ugh. There is no time to question that.
She crouched in front of the huge backpack and took her overstuffed medical kit from it. She fumbled through the kit on top of her thighs until she found a couple of bandages and some disinfecting wipes. She also took a little ruler from her purse and began cleaning it with one of the wipes. When everything was clean, she wiped the wipes over her fingers and carefully proceeded to bend each finger back into position before taping them together.
To be honest, the odd pain medication that someone had given her through the Force had begun to wear off, and very rapidly at that. Clove's cheeks were streaked with tears, and she had bitten her bottom lip so fiercely that her teeth left an imprint. Still, she fought through the pain while it was still bearable, unaware that another type of pain medicine was onboard the caravan, and successfully wrapped her fingers together. She used the ruler as a makeshift splint against the back of her hand and wrist, then wrapped a long gause roll over it, locking it in place and limiting her finger motions. Working with one hand made things a little more challenging, but she got the job done. For the most part.
Her nose would be a concern another day, but for now, a fast wipe with the disinfectant wipe to kill any bacteria and a quick adhesive bandage to halt most of the bleeding would do.
The next step was Thelian's hand.
The caravan had come to a halt before she could reach him, and Thelian (@Altaris) was already heading away towards the exit. She followed him as fast as she could, carrying her medical pack underneath her arm and grabbing a purple medicine bottle from the shelf on her way. She had no clue what it was, but Kal used it, and Thelian's hand was also purple, so clearly it was useful. "Wait, Thelian! Hold up!" She ignored whatever grumpiness or quiet he may have thrown at her and came to a stop in front of him. "Look. You need medical help, and it will be painful. Sorry. However, your fingers genuinely need some bandaging before the open wounds get infected, at which point you would lose your entire hand. You are free to slap me or whatever if it hurts, but please avoid the nose."
If the distant Padawan would allow her, she'd take a clean disinfection wipe and begin gently rubbing it over the burns, any open wounds and missing fingers. It stung like a thousand needles piercing his flesh at the same moment, just as she had warned him. Thankfully the majority of the wounds were cauterized because of the acid. Still, she took a little glob of emergency bacta salve and massaged it into his hand, then reapplied the mystery purple potion on top of the bacta once his skin was clean and covered. Thankfully, bacta was a reliable medication, so she didn't have to worry about a mystery potion messing things up. Or so she hoped. So she reasoned that, at worst, the bacta or mystery potion would stop working.
And if she was wrong, she'd notice it quickly enough anyway and could help him.
She began wrapping his stumpy fingers in a bandage and gauze once everything seemed to be safe. "I'm sorry, but I can't make your fingers return if they've burnt off. I hope I didn't hurt you too much. I need to go and help the other boy now— sorry." Clove gave Thelian an almost insecure look before turning around to go back to Kal.
If she had to be honest, the world was spinning a little and her legs were very unsteady, but she decided she could relax and recover from her wounds once the badly injured individuals had been taken care of.
Finally, she returned to Kal (@Wit). "I'm afraid I can't... fix your hair problem. But, um, uhm. Let's just clean it up, add more purple goo, and patch up any wounds. Just to keep any swamp bacteria away. Plus bald is a good look. Uhm. I have some bacta remaining, but not very much, so we won't use it right now until the burn becomes unbearable, okay? So let me know." She offered Kal a tired grin. Because she was so small, reaching for his head was awkward, but if he allowed her, she began to brush away the purple slime and clean his burnt flesh. After everything was cleaned, she reapplied the purple goo and massaged it into his skin. She proceeded to examine his scalp and face for any evident open wounds after the burns were nicely treated. Anything she discovered she wrapped up with a little anti-stick sterile gauze bandage and few plasters.
"Okay... That should be that. I'm going to do a round of bandage checks before finding a place to lie down. Thank you for keeping my stuff safe, umm, what was your name again? Kal, right? Pretty sure it's Kal." Clove gave another weak smile as she walked out of the wagon and towards the camp the Padawans were creating, her bag trailing behind her. She was far too tired to carry it correctly.
Clove looked over the Padawans for a time, now checking for any minor wounds that the Padawans could treat themselves if they had the proper equipment. And, by the looks of it, it was Zana (@Sreeya) and Toki (@Toki Ketra) who were still a little bloodied.
The half-Sephi approached the fluffy-looking padawan first while fighting back a sigh. She just wanted to sleep. But still, she took a quick look at the scratches and decided he'd be alright on his own. "Here's a bandage for your wound. Simply clean it with this wipe and then patch it up." She explained to Toki while providing him two decently sized bandages and a disinfecting wipe.
She then turned around and walked over to Zana. It was a sight for sore eyes to see her still chippy and somewhat cheery... ish... And it was enough to bring back her worn smile. "Hey, Za. I've got some stuff for your arm. Please let me know if you want any help with it." The half-Sephi gave the Twi'lek a few bandages and a disinfecting wipe as well. "I'm going to find a quiet place to sit for a bit. Sorry for not being of more help." Her smile softened and became more apologetic.
Clove re-opened her medicine kit and took a look inside when she finally got the chance to rest against a tree near the Caravan. The majority of the supplies had already been used, and while there were still bandages, gauses, wipes, and bacta left, there wasn't enough to support another wave of Padawans. With a worried sigh, she closed the kit and placed it into her backpack before shutting her eyes for a few moments to relax.
Wasn't there a big guy in the cart next to the wall of weird medicines and potions? Eh. Who cares.
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