[ geralt catches on, which is good, sam is already taking the information and using it for the overall strategy. nothing internal, which is good, it means jaskier can focus on the more complicated parts of the wounds.it gives them a little more time, too, doesn't mean they need to rush to anything before geralt fully bleeds out. sam is already in the process of washing his hands, of wiping off as much of the blood from geralt's back as he can. honestly, he and jaskier work well together - making quick work of geralt's shirt and clothes, cleaning the larger gashes on the back, getting it so sam can at least see the stitching along the tissue of the skin.
it's intense, and if sam wasn't already in fix-it mode, it would probably flip his stomach a little more than it has. but for now, he doesn't have a lot of time to get sick over the skin and muscle and blood, and instead finds whatever utensil will best work as tweezers, needing something thin and sharp to work out the broken stitches before he can actually start on working them back together.
jaskier is moving - hopefully to get whatever supplies there are supposed to be, whatever geralt means when he says that, and sam leaves it to him - trusts jaskier to know, to make it work, and lets himself focus on the stitches themselves. ]
This is going to hurt a bit- [ is all the warning geralt is going to get, before sam starts at the threads - having to free all the broken ones, pulling back out from their patterns, before sam can even start on sewing him back together. it's not clean, and sam could probably be moving a bit more carefully, but the amount of blood is starting to worry him and he figures geralt would rather be done with this than worry about how small his scars will be.
he manages to just finish up with the last of the broken stitches when he catches jaskier moving, getting his hands around geralt's knee, and without thinking sam is reaching out to set a hand on the small of jaskier's back, letting this new magic he'd barely had enough time to practice flow out of him with as much intent as he can manage. he doubts it will do much, but something to help jaskier's healing is better than nothing, before he's pulling away to get back to his work, to the stitches, to the couple of places he needs to fix up. ]
Anywhere else? [ he asks, partially to test geralt's consciousness, and partially to see if there's anything else they should be worried about, as sam starts to tie off the thread and heat the needle. that little voice in the back of his head screams about germs, about infection, but sam's been getting better at ignoring those voices and just getting it done - his one hand set along the edges of the worst of the lashes, calming magic seeping out into geralt's skin in a desperate, almost attempt at a kind of balm. ] You've got a broken rib too, right?
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it's intense, and if sam wasn't already in fix-it mode, it would probably flip his stomach a little more than it has. but for now, he doesn't have a lot of time to get sick over the skin and muscle and blood, and instead finds whatever utensil will best work as tweezers, needing something thin and sharp to work out the broken stitches before he can actually start on working them back together.
jaskier is moving - hopefully to get whatever supplies there are supposed to be, whatever geralt means when he says that, and sam leaves it to him - trusts jaskier to know, to make it work, and lets himself focus on the stitches themselves. ]
This is going to hurt a bit- [ is all the warning geralt is going to get, before sam starts at the threads - having to free all the broken ones, pulling back out from their patterns, before sam can even start on sewing him back together. it's not clean, and sam could probably be moving a bit more carefully, but the amount of blood is starting to worry him and he figures geralt would rather be done with this than worry about how small his scars will be.
he manages to just finish up with the last of the broken stitches when he catches jaskier moving, getting his hands around geralt's knee, and without thinking sam is reaching out to set a hand on the small of jaskier's back, letting this new magic he'd barely had enough time to practice flow out of him with as much intent as he can manage. he doubts it will do much, but something to help jaskier's healing is better than nothing, before he's pulling away to get back to his work, to the stitches, to the couple of places he needs to fix up. ]
Anywhere else? [ he asks, partially to test geralt's consciousness, and partially to see if there's anything else they should be worried about, as sam starts to tie off the thread and heat the needle. that little voice in the back of his head screams about germs, about infection, but sam's been getting better at ignoring those voices and just getting it done - his one hand set along the edges of the worst of the lashes, calming magic seeping out into geralt's skin in a desperate, almost attempt at a kind of balm. ] You've got a broken rib too, right?