[ for all the distance in geralt’s eyes, he does respond. does seem present, which is a good place to be, gives sam some assurance. even if geralt is obviously in pain, if he’s aware and talking, that can be of help. ]
Good. What else should we be focusing on? [ the words are firm, direct - like sam would have spoken to a fellow soldier, out on the field. they both know resources are low, just like they both know geralt will ignore quite of a few of these injuries. but sam doesn’t want to waste time - and if geralt wasn’t fighting the fact he was here, that meant some part of him was okay being here. wanted the help. and while sam and jaskier could waste a lot of time working on things that looked bad, if geralt was up and conscious, it could save them a lot of time.
geralt mentions stitches, and jaskier is there beside him - asking how, looking over the remnants left behind, and sam stills. he’s been taken care of, these stitches are well done, and while some have broken up and some of these wounds have been ripped back apart, geralt had been helped. stitched how? sam’s eyes are already following the lines, the breaks, the threads. he’ll need to clean it, need to pull out what was left of what geralt broke. his stomach steeled over a bit knowing what he’d need to do, nodding at jaskier’s direction. ]
I can help- with your healing. It won’t be a huge boost, but. It can be something. [ his eyes go from geralt, to jaskier, before away again - the question pulling a kind of look from him, a shake of his head, a feeling of guilt bubbling up in his throat. ] Just that one. But if we can get this settled- [ there’s a healer not far from here, sam can go- no. he can’t go buy a potion, or even services. not after alina cleaned him out. sam’s eyes scan back over geralt’s back, as jaskier starts peeling away fabric, rubbing at the dried blood around the edges. sam’s eyes go to geralt’s face, as if there might be something else there he needs to notice, before he takes another rag himself to help jaskier clean the wound. ]
Once it’s clean I’ll redo the stitches. [ because he can do that, at least. can do something. the lashes through his skin and muscle have started to heal, started to piece themselves back together, but they’re not quite there yet. ] And then you can heal the rest? As long as we’re not missing something. [ the last part is directed at geralt, a kind of look sent his way. speak now before sam dives back in with his own rag, washing away the dried blood. ]
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Good. What else should we be focusing on? [ the words are firm, direct - like sam would have spoken to a fellow soldier, out on the field. they both know resources are low, just like they both know geralt will ignore quite of a few of these injuries. but sam doesn’t want to waste time - and if geralt wasn’t fighting the fact he was here, that meant some part of him was okay being here. wanted the help. and while sam and jaskier could waste a lot of time working on things that looked bad, if geralt was up and conscious, it could save them a lot of time.
geralt mentions stitches, and jaskier is there beside him - asking how, looking over the remnants left behind, and sam stills. he’s been taken care of, these stitches are well done, and while some have broken up and some of these wounds have been ripped back apart, geralt had been helped. stitched how? sam’s eyes are already following the lines, the breaks, the threads. he’ll need to clean it, need to pull out what was left of what geralt broke. his stomach steeled over a bit knowing what he’d need to do, nodding at jaskier’s direction. ]
I can help- with your healing. It won’t be a huge boost, but. It can be something. [ his eyes go from geralt, to jaskier, before away again - the question pulling a kind of look from him, a shake of his head, a feeling of guilt bubbling up in his throat. ] Just that one. But if we can get this settled- [ there’s a healer not far from here, sam can go- no. he can’t go buy a potion, or even services. not after alina cleaned him out. sam’s eyes scan back over geralt’s back, as jaskier starts peeling away fabric, rubbing at the dried blood around the edges. sam’s eyes go to geralt’s face, as if there might be something else there he needs to notice, before he takes another rag himself to help jaskier clean the wound. ]
Once it’s clean I’ll redo the stitches. [ because he can do that, at least. can do something. the lashes through his skin and muscle have started to heal, started to piece themselves back together, but they’re not quite there yet. ] And then you can heal the rest? As long as we’re not missing something. [ the last part is directed at geralt, a kind of look sent his way. speak now before sam dives back in with his own rag, washing away the dried blood. ]