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The other kids crowded around him, watching over him as best they could, upon see you approach they quickly part away. Your heart sinks as you kneel beside Joey. Blood-soaked clothes, shallow and labored breathing. His face is pale, his skin cold, their life is hanging just barely. Every moment from now one would be critical.
"Where's the nurses office?" You ask. Looking around some of the kids look at each other, some look like they were in thought until Carol taps at your shoulder.
"I-it's downstairs... but.." Carol gives you a worried look and shakes her head.
He wouldn't make it, that much movement would be too much. If you still could, you'd be sweating right now.
"Okay. Carol, get to a comm panel and get some help okay." Your steady voice seems to calm her down some. She reacts quickly, nodding before running off somewhere. You point at the next two oldest looking kids and address them next. "Get to the nurses office and grab a kit, or anything that looks important." They nod and quickly run off.
"Joey, can you hear me?" You ask the prone boy in front of you. Joey's weak murmurs tell you he's likely feeling as bad as he looks. Grimacing, you look at the blood he's still losing, his legs, as well as his torso. "You're going to be okay." You try to say as gently as you could, reassuring yourself, your patient, and those watching.
"Sorry kiddo." You whisper as you bring your hand up. A radiant energy envelopes your hand, and with one precise movement, you bring it down. Rightfully so, he screams in agony, bringing him out of his fevered state, right before he knocks back out from the shock.
"Make it stop!"
"What are you doing!"
"You're hurting him!"
The kids around you are suddenly panicking. You can't blame them, this is pretty much dark age medicine you're practicing, it's likely they didn't even see stuff like this on vid, but he didn't have much time left.
"I'm staunching his bleeding." You say firmly, "Stay back!" As the kids look on with worry you can't help but second guess yourself. Even so, you keep your face as straight and stoic. You also keep the energy level low, knowing that your full power would have the opposite effect on the situation. You apply your 'treatment' as needed for the next few minutes, only enough to ensure the kid doesn't die of blood loss.
"Joey stay with us! You have to fight if you want to live!" You shout encouraging words at him. Eventually the two kids from before arrive with an assortment of medical supplies. More than a few are for something acute like stomach aches or colds, a couple items do serve your purposes however. A chemical adrenal that would increase his blood production slightly, as well as a stitch-pad. The latter was probably used more for skinned knees or some such, but it would do here as well.
