the way that time assembles [alyssa]

[/color] He rushed to her side, and then immediately removed his pack of supplies, looking through it for the things he'd need.

Did he treat human or pokemon first? The Weavile definitely seemed more seriously injured, and Ms. Akiyama appeared stable and capable of walking around for the time being, but the Weavile was not a crucial member of Nox. As much as he hated valuing any life over another, his allegiances seemed to call to him in cases such as this. Anyway, he didn't want to offend his region leader by prioritizing her pokemon.

No, no, no. He was going to ask. "Is the pokemon alive? Can you describe the injuries that both of you took to the best of your ability?"[/color] While waiting for an answer - he hadn't even given her time to get a word in - he prepared treatment for the burns, which were obvious. He'd have to look at them more closely in a moment, figure out how severely trainer and pokemon had been injured, but he had burn ointment and bandages for both parties.

The pokemon seemed bruised, as well, just from his cursory looks. He was pretty sure, now, that it was alive. Pokemon healing, at least, was far easier. As with any combat medic, he had Potion in his pack, which would accelerate the Weavile's healing process. His supplies had begun to run low, as they always did, so he might not be able to give a full dose, but it would simplify things a little.

All his time in nursing school and now assisting Nox had taught him that injuries, clever as they were, could very easily be worse than they first appeared. Internal organ trauma was mostly the issue of the actual medical tent, to which he'd be sending his leader after field treatment, but he still had to be careful. Burns in particular could be deceptive. Just because Ms. Akiyama could walk and speak now, it didn't mean she might be at serious risk later on if he wasn't careful with his field treatments. [/style][style=background-color: #e9e9e9; padding: 2px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #828282; text-align: center] (words) 520 (tags) alyssa (notes) n/a[/style][/style] [/td][/tr][/table]made by zetta[/center]

[/b] Paul practically sang, before emitting a loud but not unpleasant ringing noise. While the humans were completely unaffected, the burned sections of the Weavile's skin already seemed less severe. After giving a quick thank you to his pokemon, Cecil returned him to his pokeball. Cecil loved his entire team to death, but he needed to be as quick and efficient as possible here. Time for affection would come later on, after they'd gotten out of combat.

Next, of course, came Karen. Swiftly removing the pokeball in his belt, he let out his Blissey. She had also become used to the routine. It was easy to tell that the Weavile was the intended patient here. Wordlessly, appearing intensely focused, she released a pulse of bright energy which slammed directly into the wounded dark-type. In another context, it might have seemed an attack. Here, however, it was easily visible that scratches had faded, and Cecil hoped that any cracked ribs might have begun to repair themselves.

"You did great as always, Karen." Cecil smiled quickly. She could stay out of her pokeball, as she was slightly better than Paul at handing him the tools of his trade. He looked up at Ms. Akiyama. "Sorry for the wait,"[/color] he said politely, even though he knew it hadn't been too long. Pokemon healings were always fairly speedy. "Your Weavile's still a bit scratched up, but he should wake up any second now, and he should be stable. Smoke inhalation isn't the sort of thing I can help with a quick field treatment, so you'll have to go to the medical tent for that. I'll direct you there when I'm done."

"Karen, could you get me my gloves?" The pokemon happily obliged, and Cecil rapidly removed a pair Latex medical gloves from the package handed to them, applying them to his hands. He stepped towards Alyssa, getting a good view of her burns. "I'm sorry, I'll need to check your wounds for debris and perform some basic cleaning before I can dress them. Would you like me to inject a local anesthetic?" It shouldn't have even been a question- the pain would be horrible otherwise - but Cecil worried that his leader wanted to get back into the fight, in which case a completely numb arm would not help, not as if a badly burned one would. [/style][style=background-color: #e9e9e9; padding: 2px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #828282; text-align: center] (words) 722 (tags) alyssa (notes) n/a[/style][/style] [/td][/tr][/table]made by zetta[/center]

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The arms were done, now - just a temporary dressing, the best he could come up with on the spot. The burns to her face didn't look quite as severe, thankfully. Still, even after all of this, she was suffering from smoke inhalation, and even if she did want to return to the battle, she would need to return to camp and get that checked out before she did so.

Cecil had finally met one of the people he truly admired and it just had to be entirely on official duty. Not much of a chance for real conversation here. He'd hated being talked to by the dentist as a child, and he could only imagine that this would be a similar situation.[/style][style=background-color: #e9e9e9; padding: 2px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #828282; text-align: center] (words) 547 (tags) alyssa (notes) not exactly my best post [/style][/style] [/td][/tr][/table]made by zetta[/center]

[/color] he commented, handing his Blissey the forceps. "I'm sorry, Ms. Akiyama, but I'm not quite done. I'll need to rinse out your wounds with saline to make infection less likely. It shouldn't sting or hurt, but it'll feel a bit weird. Karen, could you pass me the saline?" Cecil turned to address his pokemon for the last sentence, and she cheerily obeyed, handing the small bottle to her trainer.

"Could you tilt your head back just a little, please, Ms. Akiyama? After this, I'll just need to bandage the wounds and that'll be it. You've been an excellent patient so far, not that I expected anything less."[/style][style=background-color: #e9e9e9; padding: 2px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #828282; text-align: center] (words) 384 (tags) alyssa (notes) n/a[/style][/style] [/td][/tr][/table]made by zetta[/center]