[PLOT] Licking your wounds.(Lynx, Dread, Virus, Cre)

[cremuex]

The confectionery themed schooner swayed gently on the open ocean as the waves bobbed the ship up and down. There was no landmass visible to the naked eye and the crew of the Sweet's Delight had managed to escape Cinna Island with the indirect assistance of the island's small naval force. They were far out enough to be safely anchored without fear of attack from pirates or enemy seafarers.

The calm of the south blue and the clear open skies only faintly veiled the underlying tension and danger that was occurring below deck. At the absolute front of the ship lay two crew cabins directly opposite to one another. While the ship had only the small crew of two the crew cabins had been temporarily set up as a makeshift infirmary just in case (god forbid) anything should occur that required medical treatment. Such a case as it was the little med station proved itself useful though without a resident doctor it didn't have all the fittings that one would usually see in a hospital.

Without the use of an x-ray machine (nor the knowledge of how to properly use one as a technician), meant that the cooks help was limited to that of first aid. Cremuex was as ready as she would ever be, and had fetched her DenDen to call Fran on. Fran, her adoptive mother, had raised her and taught her all she knew about medicine and first aid, but even as a doctor she would only be able to help through guidance since she wasn't there and couldn't see or feel the condition of the patient herself.

The blonde tied back her hair so that it wouldn't distract her as she scrubbed up. Her cardigan was folded over and dropped on the spare bed, for the first time since her childhood her wings would be partially on display. Without her hair covering the tops and only her summer dress, corset and disposable surgical apron to keep them tucked to her back. It wasn't that she was feeling safer to show them, it was more that her mind was preoccupied with the bleeding unconscious teenage girl that was lying on her back on the medical bay's cold metal operating table.

Her first task would normally be to make sure the patient was stable, but her breathing, pulse and blood pressure had already sorted itself out since the shinobi girl had fallen unconscious over her shoulders earlier that day, but not before she was able to ask if she had any allergies. Nuts, were the answer, or more specifically, Peanuts. While that wasn't likely to be found in the medical bay it was still something to keep in mind for her meals.

Fran had warned her that while broken ribs were difficult in that they couldn't be splinted, she still had to make sure that no fragments of the bones had pierced the patient's lungs, heart or aorta. Listening in to the stethoscope told her that although the lungs were tired and a little bit raspy it wasn't anything like the crackle or noise of fluids in the lungs. As for the heart, that was more something that she'd need to keep an eye on from blood pressure. If only the ship was supplied with one of those fancy obs machines that took measurements automatically instead of her having to do everything by hand.

Next step, cleaning wounds and sterilizing them so that they wouldn't get infected from the sand. While she was at it she might as well give them a tetanus shot and inject them with some pain killers to take off the edge. Even if they weren't conscious now, she didn't want anyone suffering more than they had too. Much less someone she owed her and her companions life too.

She could tell that the girl later to be known as Jade had a broken right leg; If the difficulty putting weight on the leg wasn't enough of a tip off, the bulge and twist where there wasn't supposed to be one was. It wasn't puncturing the skin but it might as well have been. Ice packs would help with the swelling and numbing the pain, but ultimately a splint would be required for the bone to grow back properly. The little warrior seemed to be more injured on her right side than her left, so her main focus was broken bones, pain management, keeping obs stable and minimizing blood loss.

While she couldn't tell if the girls right arm was broken, it would do no harm in splinting it as well. All that was left to do was to clean up, cycle the ice packs that were numbing the pain and swelling all over her body, give the right eye a saline flush and fabric eye patch. Then it would be the waiting game. Just wait and monitor. That shouldn't be so hard, right? As for how long she'd be in such a condition? Bones normally took about six weeks to heal but she was thinking more along the lines of eight weeks.

Two months? Two months. Cremuex sighed inwardly as she took inhaled through her nostrils. They needed a doctor. They needed a navigator. Mostly, they needed a doctor.

Cremuex removed her apron and washed her hands again, focusing on strengthening her resolve enough to take care of Zenit's injuries without doting on him too much. That would be the true test- to not baby the bald, black eyed, whimpering mess that would probably try hard to be tough and manly.

[Fluffy Lynx]

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The girls injuries were numerous. Three bent ribs, all on the right side of her body, pressuring her lung but fortunately not puncturing, leaving her breathing only lightly troubled. The girls right arm was broken by the wrist and elbow, as she had used her arm as a shield to guard her eyes, protecting her vision over her limb. The right leg was broken by the ankle, swollen and miscolored. Additionally, over the right side of her body, several metallic splinters from her armor had embedded itself into her skin. Other than the aforementioned, Jade mostly suffered from bruises and a black eye. Being so young and flexible had saved her from having severe injuries. Lying there, in the medbay of the ship, she was starting to stir. It began with her breathing changing. Snapping back to it, the last thing she could remember was being in a fight for her life. Sitting up in a jolt, Jade gasped, looking around in a panic for a few moments, before realising that this wasn't the beach, and that she wasn't in a desperate fight for her life. Then followed the pain. Moaning from the tension within her body, she softly laid back down on the bed. The girls left arm softly traced over her own body, acknowledging the injuries that she had sustained. It would take weeks to heal, at a bare minimum. Potentially even months.

Thats when it started dawning on her. The armor that she had worn was gone, peeled off of her so that the damage she had taken could be inspected. The wounds had been cleaned, and her broken limbs aligned in a manner to assist in recovery. The right eye had been patched, just in case. Dressed in a breezy dress, that seemed a few sizes too large, it was a rather obvious statement to make. There was someone who had been taking care of her. It begged a lot of questions. Exactly who had fished her out of the trouble on the beach? Where had they taken her to? What was the future going to bring with such a period of time unable to do much else but recover? For now, all she could do was close her eyes and wait. Comfortable, she leaned her head to the side. Even if she had been gone for a good handful of hours, she still felt as if she was without energy. Groaning softly, she would dose off in a very shallow sleep. Footsteps, talking, any signs in her near proximity of life would easily awaken her once more. For her heart desired to ask those important questions, more so than resting and healing.

[viruswithshoes]

He thought he had been in fights before, Zenit Basqiat. With his brother, with other boys, once with a teenage girl who nearly killed him. He thought he was prepared. Dagon, his older brother never punched in the manner Zenit had experienced. The photo-taking, bald and black eyed young man now learned that he was not a tough man. It was a lesson that bore repeating throughout his life. Zenit got beaten and then decided to find another group to protect him. It was his modus operundi.



A certain level of ability was probably necessary in order to sail alongside Cremuex Levier and Zenit knew he did not reach that level. He had felt shame in his weakness before but usually it was paired with a desire to seek out new people, the same way he dealt with loneliness after his protectors died or left him. At the moment dealing with the pain from his injuries on the island took second place to worrying if Crem would still want him around.



Zenit had been beaten up enough in his time to be a decent judge of his state after waking up. It was perhaps his worst beating, only this time his big brother wasn't going to make him soup and his mother and father were not around to tell him what he did wrong and how to improve.



This focus on his emotional state left Zenit not paying enough attention to his physical state. Due to his left eye being closed because of swelling as well as the pain in his ribs from multiple kicks the wounded sniper soon found himself tumbling from the bed and onto the floor. Just when he thought that life couldn't get tougher.



It was an odd position to ponder ways to get stronger but Zenit did who lying face down on the floor while a worried lemming squeaked in his ear.

Did it make more sense to improve his weapons because he wasn't much for physicality or work on his body for the very same reason? Finding new ways to weaponize his photograph taking devil fruit powers amused him for a moment but seemed like a dead end. When he gave these avenues second thoughts they all seemed glorious compared to rubbing his face on the deck of the Sweet's Delight.



The moaning sniper's first act on the road to strength and self-reliance consisted of rolling onto his back and wondering if the road was worth taking a second step upon.

Apparently the second step on the road was deciding to take a second step. That took more inner debate than the young man thought himself capable but soon settled for pulling himself into a sitting position with his back against the wall of the room Zenit found himself now recuperating.


OOC Note: Cremuex may move Zenit around for the purpose of medical type activities.

[cremuex]

Cremuex gently knocked on the door that lead into Mr Basqiat's room. A few seconds of silence passed and she slowly pushed open the door with her shoulder, careful not to spill the ice packs and first aid kit that she was carrying.

"Zen, I heard a thud, are you alright sweety?" She peaked into the room but couldn't see him on his bed, but instead, resting with his back against the bedroom wall. If she'd have entered as soon as she heard the thud instead of getting the first aid kit and ice she would have seen the bald man face down on the floor, and this was a much less distressing way to find him.

Zenit looked a mess and the little Lemming seemed to be quite concerned as it rested it's front paws against the sniper's leg and squeaked up at him. She wouldn't need to close the door behind her, nobody would be walking in on them and she would probably need to move him to the medbay with Jade so that she could take care of them both at the same time in the same room. Now that Jade was changed into some fresh clean clothes she wouldn't need to worry about keeping the girl's decency sacred.

She knelt beside Zenit, sitting on both her legs and placed the ice pack softly to his swollen eye. Yes, she would clean it out properly later of any glass or sand that remained, but for now, the cold would help with the swelling and numb the pain. Zenit holding it up to his eye would also let him distract himself from the sharp pains in his ribs and make him feel like he was helping at least a little.

As awkward as she was, he didn't seem to mind having her look at his injuries and his head wasn't as brightly glowing as to blind her. At least he understood that she wasn't removing his shirt for nefarious purposes.

"This is a local anesthetic- It'll stop the pain for at least a few hours and it's absorbed by the skin so you don't have to worry about any needles. It won't completely stop your breathing from being difficult, but at least it won't be as sharp or over powering. It's gonna be a bit cold at first though, so... please don't be surprised by it." She tried to talk as calmly and softly as she could, reassuring him by looking into his (one not totally puffy and covered by ice) black eye.

She set out everything that she needed from the first aid kit,- topical anesthetic and antiseptic fluid, cotton swabs, tweezers, bandages and fabric surgical tape. She picked up the cotton swabs with the tweezers and dabbed it into the fluid to soak it up before gently brushing it onto his bruised ribs. Of course he would flinch when first making contact- the anesthetic needed time to work and even if you prepare yourself for it the cold is still cold.

Thankfully, the anesthetic would be the worst of what his torso would have to endure. It would still require a treatment of cold packs once he got to the medbay just to help the healing, but for now she cold treat whatever facial injuries he'd acquired for himself. With her free hand she guided Zenit's hand that was holding up the ice pack to his eye so she could get a better look at it. The glass wasn't in his eyes thankfully, but little pieces had still torn and embedded themselves in the soft flesh above his cheeks. A saline wash would help both his eyes and sweeping away any glass, tweezers were useful for the larger pieces.

As steady and delicate as her hands were, having a trained doctor on board would be needed should she get some sleep for more than four hours whenever the pain killers waned or completely lost effect. She could put out a distress call, but her faith in humanity had already been tried that day thanks to the pirates. They were too far away from her parents to ask them for help so it seemed the risk would need to be taken if she was going to get any help with taking care of Zenit and Jade.

While her mind was busy trying to weigh up her options she had fallen into auto pilot and she'd already cleaned and taken care of his facial wounds, applied the surgical tape to any cuts that wouldn't heal without it and returned the ice pack to his eye. He wouldn't need bandages nor a eye patch- unless he requested it and it made him feel better. He'd look more like a pirate then, even if he didn't particularly feel like one.

The little rodent had climbed up onto the man's shoulder. Cremuex stroked his bald head in a mothering manner, her arm around his shoulder as she joined him in leaning her back against the wall. When she was sure that he could move with only the mildest of discomfort she'd help him to the medbay.

Something in him was too proud to just let her carry him bridal style to the medbay so they hobbled, side by side.

"Oh! You're awake! Good afternoon. Can I get you anything?"

She hadn't expected the other girl on board to have returned to consciousness so quickly. It would make sense for a warrior type to have experience with bouncing back after a battle, but she wasn't that long in fixing up the sniper and bringing him into the med bay, was she?

More than a few moments were spent answering questions on where she was, who they were, why they had decided to carry he aboard the ship, how long it would take to get better. Questions that no doubt were important to understand for everyone on the ship, but she needed to make a call on her denden (which was still in the room from her call with her mother) and she picked up her cardigan and excused herself to give Zenit and Jade some time to get to know each other better. They'd be rooming together for a fair while it seemed.

The door clicked behind her and she went to the kitchen to begin making a meal. She knew that the shinobi couldn't have peanuts, which was fine- and something that would be gentle on both their throats would probably be best. She made the distress call while she was peeling vegetables and preparing the meal. Cream of chicken soup wouldn't be difficult or long to cook, and it would go down smoothly for someone just injured. Sure, chicken soup was a bit cliche but that was because it was tried and true.

"Pan-Pan Medico, Pan-Pan Medico, Pan-Pan Medico. This is the Captain of the Sweets Delights. Two members of our crew are suffering from broken bones and rib injuries. This is not a may-day situation, this is a call for medical assistance if anyone is in the vicinity and able to help. Our co-ordinates are as follows." She read out what she hoped was the correct way to find the ship. She had never made a distress call before, and her geography and navigation skills themselves were lacking. All she could really give was that they were East of Cinna Island... somewhere. She prayed silently that she didn't mess up the x and y co-ordinates as she looked down at the denden and baby denden both looking up at her. She didn't know which frequency to use so they were addressing all stations. It wasn't am emergency per say, but it was still moderately urgent. The marines were probably going to be far too busy to pick up, so her hope now rested in any passers by with a Denden. Hopefully, they wouldn't find the weakness as an excuse to ransack the ship.

She closed her eyes, inhaled and then exhaled, opening her eyes again and continuing to cook the soup. She would need to repeat the distress call later, but for now, it was time to play the waiting game.

[Anirion]

It was yet, another quiet day on the seas... ya know? Jack was getting bored of the constant silence and lack of action on the seas... I mean sure, the previous adventures he had on the other islands were interesting at least, but on the roll he's been on, he feels like he could take on the entire world with the victories he's recently had, then suddenly... his den-den mushi starts to make noise, Jack didn't recall giving his number to anyone so no one could've called him, but it had to be something so he grabs the den-den mushi from his bag, turns it on and then starts to hear "... Captain of- eets Delights. Two members of our crew are suffering from broken bones and rib injuries. This is not a may-day situation, this is a call for medical assistance if anyone is in the vicinity and able to help. Our co-ordinates are as follows."

It was a lady that needed help! I mean, Jack isn't THAT type of person but still, he couldn't really let something bad happen if he could do something, right? then he realized... that voice, it sounds familiar but he couldn't quite put his finger on it... then receiving the coordinates he starts rushing to the given coordinates, as Jack starts to row a lot faster he thinks, could it be a faked distress call? pirates who prey on those who try to give a helping hand? on the off-chance it is, he'll grab the knives from his bag for that off-chance.

As Jack still peddles through the seas, he finally sees the ship that might've called the distress signal, all though it looks... colorful? sweet? hard to say, he never saw a ship of this caliber, which might add more reason that it's someone who really does need help, or pirates who possibly hijacked it to look innocent, as Jack's boat hits the side of the ship, a loud bump can be heard, Jack saying "Crap! so much for being stealthy... oh well, looks like I have no choice!" Jack then quickly grabs the knifes from his bag and he starts climbing on the side... once he gets to the deck, he sees it completely empty... maybe whoever called the distress call truly did need help? he starts walking around the ship, knocking on certain parts of the ship to see if anyone will respond, yelling out "Helllloooo!? anybody here that needs help? I heard the distress call!"