=Nightshade=
Previously Night's Shadow
“Careful with the more severely injured,” Karui advised calmly, finally addressing the escort squad. “Wouldn’t want anyone bleeding out before I can get to them. I will acquire the more gravely wounded; they will need first aid before being moved.” With that, she took to the sky for a better vantage point, scanning with her antennae to locate the quickest fading chakra, the most labored breathing, and the strongest coppery smell-taste of blood. Those would be the worst injuries that would have to be treated first.
Karui looped around towards a young girl, somehow still alive, with half her body trapped under the wreckage of a carriage. The blood seeping from between the planks was far less than it should have been, a clear indicator that the flames had cauterized the wounds — and then some — before they had faded out. The medical nin drew her khopesh and sliced the smoking wood into manageable chunks, and began throwing them aside. The maybe-ten-year-old girl’s skin had been burned red and shiny, in some places caked with blackened blood, and Karui winced, beginning to close some of the weeping wounds and blisters. Those would beckon infection to come, which was the last thing any of the injured needed. She fumbled with a syringe of painkiller; she’d done all she could for the moment if she wanted to have enough chakra to stop as many as possible from dying.
Karui lifted the girl’s trembling body and deposited her in a nearby clearing created by the massive clash of wind jutsu. It would have been better if the area was sterile, but it was the best they had. A man with a leg missing was crawling desperately from another wreckage, and Karui alighted next to him. “I’m a healer,” she assured him, “Hold still.” He probably couldn’t hear her through a delirium of pain, but it calmed her down to talk to her patients. “I’m going to stop the leg’s bleeding now. Try not to move.” He was placed next to the little girl. Karui eyed the puppet nin suspiciously, part of her wondering if she could find his leg and reattach it before the puppet girl turned him into a cyborg.
The next patients that couldn’t wait for transport before getting first aid included a man with half his face burned almost to the bone, raving about hellhounds, a little boy with severe burns she healed enough to avoid death or permanent damage and commissioned his mother to take him to the clearing, and an old woman with deep lacerations up and down her arms and legs. There better be some seriously good shit in that caravan, Karui thought, intense irritability borne by exhaustion as she knelt beside another patient in the clearing. Those jewels I picked up were cool and all, but nowhere near enough for taxing my chakra this much. I’m gonna need a serious nap after all this. But a lurking, deeper thought tickled at the edges of her mind: I can’t let anyone die again. Not like her. Not again.
Karui looped around towards a young girl, somehow still alive, with half her body trapped under the wreckage of a carriage. The blood seeping from between the planks was far less than it should have been, a clear indicator that the flames had cauterized the wounds — and then some — before they had faded out. The medical nin drew her khopesh and sliced the smoking wood into manageable chunks, and began throwing them aside. The maybe-ten-year-old girl’s skin had been burned red and shiny, in some places caked with blackened blood, and Karui winced, beginning to close some of the weeping wounds and blisters. Those would beckon infection to come, which was the last thing any of the injured needed. She fumbled with a syringe of painkiller; she’d done all she could for the moment if she wanted to have enough chakra to stop as many as possible from dying.
Karui lifted the girl’s trembling body and deposited her in a nearby clearing created by the massive clash of wind jutsu. It would have been better if the area was sterile, but it was the best they had. A man with a leg missing was crawling desperately from another wreckage, and Karui alighted next to him. “I’m a healer,” she assured him, “Hold still.” He probably couldn’t hear her through a delirium of pain, but it calmed her down to talk to her patients. “I’m going to stop the leg’s bleeding now. Try not to move.” He was placed next to the little girl. Karui eyed the puppet nin suspiciously, part of her wondering if she could find his leg and reattach it before the puppet girl turned him into a cyborg.
The next patients that couldn’t wait for transport before getting first aid included a man with half his face burned almost to the bone, raving about hellhounds, a little boy with severe burns she healed enough to avoid death or permanent damage and commissioned his mother to take him to the clearing, and an old woman with deep lacerations up and down her arms and legs. There better be some seriously good shit in that caravan, Karui thought, intense irritability borne by exhaustion as she knelt beside another patient in the clearing. Those jewels I picked up were cool and all, but nowhere near enough for taxing my chakra this much. I’m gonna need a serious nap after all this. But a lurking, deeper thought tickled at the edges of her mind: I can’t let anyone die again. Not like her. Not again.