I never said you were. But you’re also in a lot of pain- just wanna make sure you know what’s happening.
[ sam moves quickly, then, one hand holding jaskier’s wrist up to his mouth and the other pulling away the fabric of ciri’s- god. that’s her shirt. sam’s mind is spinning, his attention both on the vial of potion that is supposed to help heal this, that he prays to god fixes this, and the now open wound. the muscle, he can see. the bone.
but jaskier manages to swallow it all, and sam has the fabric out of his wound, so hopefully it’ll heal. it’ll all heal. without the fabric, would the extra equipment. god, sam wishes he has any medical equipment at all, but jaskier swallows the potion and sam exhales, one step complete.
he doesn’t catch the bottle when jaskier drops it, letting the vial fall to the ground as he makes sure jaskier’s body settles back on the pillows. simultaneously, he thinks about how he’ll need to wash him, change his clothes, will the potion make it so he doesn’t need to dress the wound? how fast will it work? sam hovers, close and concerned, as jaskier coughs, blood on his lips. ]
Yeah? [ his brain circles through the symptoms, the possible things that might happen now that jaskier’s consumed the potion. hallucinations, zelda had said. just like down in the tunnels. he braces, hoping the magic he’d used would balance out trauma of the pain itself. ] This should be easy, then. You’ve already survived this before, you’re basically a master. [ does he need to keep him awake? sam’s eyes dart between jaskier’s face and his arm, watching as the colors seem to get brighter. as the muscle, the tissue, the blood itself seems to come alive. he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do, but there’s a part of him that just wants jaskier awake. ] What happened last time?
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[ sam moves quickly, then, one hand holding jaskier’s wrist up to his mouth and the other pulling away the fabric of ciri’s- god. that’s her shirt. sam’s mind is spinning, his attention both on the vial of potion that is supposed to help heal this, that he prays to god fixes this, and the now open wound. the muscle, he can see. the bone.
but jaskier manages to swallow it all, and sam has the fabric out of his wound, so hopefully it’ll heal. it’ll all heal. without the fabric, would the extra equipment. god, sam wishes he has any medical equipment at all, but jaskier swallows the potion and sam exhales, one step complete.
he doesn’t catch the bottle when jaskier drops it, letting the vial fall to the ground as he makes sure jaskier’s body settles back on the pillows. simultaneously, he thinks about how he’ll need to wash him, change his clothes, will the potion make it so he doesn’t need to dress the wound? how fast will it work? sam hovers, close and concerned, as jaskier coughs, blood on his lips. ]
Yeah? [ his brain circles through the symptoms, the possible things that might happen now that jaskier’s consumed the potion. hallucinations, zelda had said. just like down in the tunnels. he braces, hoping the magic he’d used would balance out trauma of the pain itself. ] This should be easy, then. You’ve already survived this before, you’re basically a master. [ does he need to keep him awake? sam’s eyes dart between jaskier’s face and his arm, watching as the colors seem to get brighter. as the muscle, the tissue, the blood itself seems to come alive. he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do, but there’s a part of him that just wants jaskier awake. ] What happened last time?