I Am Stuck On Band-Aid Brand

[redrust]

Who: Vengarl of Forossa and the Grey Warden of Ferelden
What: Patching up wounds.
When: Sometime after Fenris finds him and tries to end his life.
Where: Cousland's flat.
Warnings: Potentially nsfw later? Also: Blood warning.

 

[Today had been an absolute disaster, as far as Vengarl was concerned.

It had started alright for him. Get up in the morning, eat some non-human breakfast, and walk about Bavan to see what he can help with. There wasn't often much for him to do, but he had enough to keep him occupied.

Until, of course, he had been discovered by Fenris. The vengeful elf, it seemed, was still quite sore about the fact that Vengarl had killed their mutual friend Hawke, and had started a fight with the troll. Not that Vengarl could really blame the man, of course. He had done an awful thing, and he couldn't bring himself to have qualms with anyone who might be upset about that. Still, it had made for a somewhat... unfortunate interaction when Fenris drew his blade.

To his credit, Vengarl did not kill the elf. Nor did he raise a hand against his attacker, or to do anything more than block a slash here or there. From there, it hadn't taken Cousland long to intervene - a fact which Vengarl was especially thankful for. Who knows how long he could have lasted before he either flew into a rage or was killed by Fenris? Truly, he owed Cousland a lot.

Once his assailant had been suitably restrained, the rest of their night had been spent holed up in Cousland's flat, patching up the damage done by Fenris. Fortunately, his rocky skin had done a lot to lessen the damage done, but that doesn't mean that the wendigo-elf's blows were insignificant by any means. Vengarl's forearms took the worst of it, and as a result are quite cut up and covered in gashes - most at least an inch deep, although several go deeper than that. His chest didn't get away entirely unscathed, though, with two large slashes having cut through his shirt and into his chest. Finally, the closest call of all would be the light cut across his left cheek - this one not particularly deep, although it did travel upward far enough to cut his lengthened ear into two segments.

All this is to say that Vengarl is very, very bloody right now. And in more than a little pain as well.

Fortunately - whether it's due to his own impressive fortitude or something to do with being a monster now - he seems to be holding up okay. In pain and bleeding, sure, but he doesn't seem anywhere near death's doorstep just yet.

Still, he's definitely appreciate some bandages.]

Comments

[escutcheon]

[ To say the Warden had been displeased to discover Fenris assaulting one of her acquaintances would be a massive understatement. She'd given no warning at all before practically clocking the elf squarely in the back of the head with every inch of her strength - hereby making it crystal clear just what she thought about the situation. He'd been extraordinarily lucky it had been during broad daylight when she had neither the strength nor the teeth to do any serious damage, although she'd tried her best to knock his head clean off anyway.

Naturally, some squabbling had occurred before both parties decided to call it a day. Cousland would find Fenris later and really show him how it's done.

It should come as no surprise that she's still fuming; the Warden snarls several choice oaths and curses under her breath as she rummages in her medicine cabinet for bandages and antibiotics, unceremoniously shoving aside anything she doesn't need. ]

Sodding idiot. What Hawke sees in that elf - [ There's a delicate tinkle of shattered glass as she throws an empty pot into the bin in the washroom with single-minded savagery. ] - is completely beyond me. That coward!

[ Her eyes are still hard with fury as she storms out of the washroom with armfuls of bandages (her whole stash) and at least two tubes of antibiotic gel, which get dumped unceremoniously on the single small table she has in her space. Anything that needs stitching is beyond her capabilities.
Now she actually looks at Vengarl - indicating for him to seat himself at the single matching chair at the table so she can at least somewhat reach his more serious wounds. ]

Sit. There. And don't move so much as an inch until I've staunched that mess, for Maker's sake.

[redrust]

As if you wouldn't have done the same thing.

[He says it sternly as he sits down in his designated seat. He understands why she's so upset, and truthfull in her position he'd probably be just as furious. Still, he can't ignore his own role in how things ended up the way they did.]

I did a terrible thing to Hawke. To his family. It is only natural that he would want revenge.

[Still, he isn't objecting to her actions, and he certainly isn't objecting to insistence on patching him up. He'd be somewhat embarrassed if he had to go to Naomi's clinic again. Erin may be a much better swordswoman than she is a medic, but anything she isn't able to do, he's confident that he will able to rudimentarily do on his own.

That isn't to say that he isn't fully appreciative of what she can do, of course.]

...thank you, by the way. For doing this.

[escutcheon]

[ Cousland goes very still for a moment - the kind of stillness that comes from something very unpleasant rearing it's head and the struggle it takes to shove it deep down where thoughts like those never see the light of day.

Family. Revenge. Yes, she knows how that goes.

A moment later, she gives herself a bit of a shake and resumes laying out her medical items in more orderly piles, grabbing one of the tubes of antibiotic first to struggle with twisting off the top.
SIDESTEPPING THE SUBJECT sweats nervously ]

Doing what, being a proper upstanding friend? Daft thing to be thanked for, h -- Maker's breath!

[ That cap for the tube doesn't want to come of one bit. Deciding enough is enough, she bites down on it and tears the damn thing off instead, neatly solving the problem.

And antibacterial gel tastes like shite, by the way. Now you know. ]

You'd think they don't want anyone opening these things. Absurd.