Malou leveled a concerned glare at him, skeptical that he wasn't just sucking it up, but it was for nothing. She watched each movement he made, the jacket pushed aside, the blood seeping through vest and shirt alike, she saw the look on his face as he started to drop backward. Malou was already crawling toward him, her ankle and head throbbing as her fingers grasped her wand like the lifeline it was.
Her shaking fingers dismayed her as she pushed aside his jacket further, unbuttoned his vest, then round the tear in his shirt, finally pulling away the hasty banadges that had once been his shirt sleeve. Blood was everywhere, it wasn't just the rib she had thought might be broken. No the wound itself had torn, likely into muscle. There was no way Malou could look into Mr. Prewett's face, reassure him, tell him what she was doing. She was too worried to keep up bedside manner, and well... it felt more personal than a patient. Taking a deep breathe Malou willed her body to still to push aside her own discomfort and said a quick cleaning spell.
The next few moments she used verbal and nonverbal spells, cleaning the wound, stopping the flow of blood. Finally there was nothing else for it, they needed bandages. So she sat back on her heels, fumbling with her layers of skirts to find her soaked petticoats. A large chunk was torn from them, the hems of her gown beyond repair, she paid them no mind, using her wand to cut strips from the skirts. The strips in her hands she quickly doused them in clean water from her wand, thanking Professor Ruskin for teaching them aquamenti, then drying them. Finally she wrapped them securely around his side. It was the best she could do for the moment. Her fingers warmed against his skin, noticing each touch more than she had ever noted the touch of a patient before.
"One more thing." She murmured, trying to brave a glance at Mr. Prewett only managing to make it to his neck given that her hands were splayed on his bare chest near the bruising that indicated the fractured rib. "It'll hurt." Malou warned him, her own free hand sliding into his own for comfort and support, then she said the spell aloud too concerned to want to risk it nonverbally, "Episky." Gently, still holding her wand, she pressed on the rib to assertain if it had helped. "How does it feel?" Malou looked up at him, only then realizing she was still holding his hand.
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Her shaking fingers dismayed her as she pushed aside his jacket further, unbuttoned his vest, then round the tear in his shirt, finally pulling away the hasty banadges that had once been his shirt sleeve. Blood was everywhere, it wasn't just the rib she had thought might be broken. No the wound itself had torn, likely into muscle. There was no way Malou could look into Mr. Prewett's face, reassure him, tell him what she was doing. She was too worried to keep up bedside manner, and well... it felt more personal than a patient. Taking a deep breathe Malou willed her body to still to push aside her own discomfort and said a quick cleaning spell.
The next few moments she used verbal and nonverbal spells, cleaning the wound, stopping the flow of blood. Finally there was nothing else for it, they needed bandages. So she sat back on her heels, fumbling with her layers of skirts to find her soaked petticoats. A large chunk was torn from them, the hems of her gown beyond repair, she paid them no mind, using her wand to cut strips from the skirts. The strips in her hands she quickly doused them in clean water from her wand, thanking Professor Ruskin for teaching them aquamenti, then drying them. Finally she wrapped them securely around his side. It was the best she could do for the moment. Her fingers warmed against his skin, noticing each touch more than she had ever noted the touch of a patient before.
"One more thing." She murmured, trying to brave a glance at Mr. Prewett only managing to make it to his neck given that her hands were splayed on his bare chest near the bruising that indicated the fractured rib. "It'll hurt." Malou warned him, her own free hand sliding into his own for comfort and support, then she said the spell aloud too concerned to want to risk it nonverbally, "Episky." Gently, still holding her wand, she pressed on the rib to assertain if it had helped. "How does it feel?" Malou looked up at him, only then realizing she was still holding his hand.