[Adrenaline's acted like a bulwark so far, shielding him from the pain of a wolf's bite puncturing his middle. But the next few seconds are chaos, with Yennefer rushing in with red-hot daggers, and Thancred prying the creature's jaws open and away from him -- and though his freedom should be a relief, that is when the pain registers with his nerves, and he can only wonder, uselessly, how badly the scars will be. If he should have scarring like the kind that runs down his fingers, how many stitches he'd need without the aid of magic, if a vine-wolf's jaws are a source of infection more than a common one-
Thancred's declaration for magic severs the thought process of his doctor's brain, pulling him back into the harried moment with searing clarity. Stephen tries to push himself up with his elbows, only to be met with the feeling of knives digging into his middle. He can feel that his garments are damp, and warm. How badly is it bleeding? He can't see it, and in a spike of frustration he tries to summon forth magic, sparking at his fingertips.
Another rush of pain around his middle. The magic dies, dissipates into nothing.]
Just-
[Watch your own backs, but he clenches his teeth, biting back the words. If he can just sit up, maybe he can cast, maybe he can do more than lie here and bleed out and be useless, and his palms find the ground, nails digging into dirt, trying still to sit up.]
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Thancred's declaration for magic severs the thought process of his doctor's brain, pulling him back into the harried moment with searing clarity. Stephen tries to push himself up with his elbows, only to be met with the feeling of knives digging into his middle. He can feel that his garments are damp, and warm. How badly is it bleeding? He can't see it, and in a spike of frustration he tries to summon forth magic, sparking at his fingertips.
Another rush of pain around his middle. The magic dies, dissipates into nothing.]
Just-
[Watch your own backs, but he clenches his teeth, biting back the words. If he can just sit up, maybe he can cast, maybe he can do more than lie here and bleed out and be useless, and his palms find the ground, nails digging into dirt, trying still to sit up.]