There wasn’t much struggle to begin with. Ranger Velt had efficiently, if not roughly, pinned the hooded figure to the ground, revealing a man no older than 20 years. The tension in the room began to dissipate as the young man spoke from his position on the ground. Tippie? Falynn remember the chicken in her arms. When they perceived no immediate threat, the two other rangers visibly began to relax.
By now, the creature in Falynn’s arms had ceased its futile struggle and when she laid it on a nearby chair, it mercifully did not move. While Ranger Velt stepped away from the young man, Falynn made her way to him taking care not to slip on the wet tiles. She knelt by the man and gently helped him to a sitting position, already observing for any signs of injury. Since he had landed hard on his back, her main concern was trauma to the head or spine. Falynn checked the eyes for dilation, and satisfied that there was nothing of note, moved on to the spine. His eyes had expressed more surprise than any pain. Taking care not to apply too much pressure, Falynn ran her hand down the back of the boy’s head and torso, feeling for swelling. From what Falynn observed, he had thankfully suffered nothing more than being winded from the impact on his back and maybe a few bruises.
Speaking kindly, she addressed the boy. “How do you feel? Let me know if you experience headache, nausea, or ringing in the ears. It might be a sign of a concussion. Also, if anything else seems amiss it would be better to alert me now, than have to explain a worsening injury to another physician.” Having deemed him stable, Falynn rose to her feet and lifted the chicken off the chair.
“Now, I believe this is your Tippie?” Falynn nodded to the creature and placed it in his lap. “Perhaps you would like to explain your side of the story before we create our own explanations?”
@Kestrel
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@Styx
By now, the creature in Falynn’s arms had ceased its futile struggle and when she laid it on a nearby chair, it mercifully did not move. While Ranger Velt stepped away from the young man, Falynn made her way to him taking care not to slip on the wet tiles. She knelt by the man and gently helped him to a sitting position, already observing for any signs of injury. Since he had landed hard on his back, her main concern was trauma to the head or spine. Falynn checked the eyes for dilation, and satisfied that there was nothing of note, moved on to the spine. His eyes had expressed more surprise than any pain. Taking care not to apply too much pressure, Falynn ran her hand down the back of the boy’s head and torso, feeling for swelling. From what Falynn observed, he had thankfully suffered nothing more than being winded from the impact on his back and maybe a few bruises.
Speaking kindly, she addressed the boy. “How do you feel? Let me know if you experience headache, nausea, or ringing in the ears. It might be a sign of a concussion. Also, if anything else seems amiss it would be better to alert me now, than have to explain a worsening injury to another physician.” Having deemed him stable, Falynn rose to her feet and lifted the chicken off the chair.
“Now, I believe this is your Tippie?” Falynn nodded to the creature and placed it in his lap. “Perhaps you would like to explain your side of the story before we create our own explanations?”
@Kestrel
@TerranSteel
@Styx