Re: Ratio Decidendi
Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2018 6:29 am
Kathy went to work.
She only had a cursory knowledge of first aid, but what Kathy lacked in skill or knowledge, she made up for in drive. She dabbed a swab of cotton wool with the rubbing alcohol and began wiping off the dried blood and cleaning up the cuts. Her head was arched back slightly, partly because the rubbing alcohol had a very strong smell, and partly because Becky's feet weren't exactly in the best condition.
"You don't have to do this."
Kathy looked up at Becky's face. She had stopped sobbing, but still seemed broken, defeated. She flinched as Kathy cleaned up a particularly nasty cut. Kathy looked back down at the feet.
"No, I do. I can't just leave you here and have your infected feet on my conscience, can I, heh? We have to stick together, anyways. There's no way I'm letting you walk around the island without the ability to run away from crazies like Dante. Anyway, it's not like I haven't been around cuts and bruises before. These should be easy to deal with."
Kathy wrapped up the first foot in the gauze, and then wrapped some bandages around it as well, just in case. Then she started on the second foot, and was done in half the time, having gotten into the groove. Kathy finished off the final bandage, then stood up, brushed off her hands, and picked up the socks and boots. She thrust them at Becky.
"You can have these. You need them more than I do, if you're going to survive. They should fit, and they're very comfortable."
She only had a cursory knowledge of first aid, but what Kathy lacked in skill or knowledge, she made up for in drive. She dabbed a swab of cotton wool with the rubbing alcohol and began wiping off the dried blood and cleaning up the cuts. Her head was arched back slightly, partly because the rubbing alcohol had a very strong smell, and partly because Becky's feet weren't exactly in the best condition.
"You don't have to do this."
Kathy looked up at Becky's face. She had stopped sobbing, but still seemed broken, defeated. She flinched as Kathy cleaned up a particularly nasty cut. Kathy looked back down at the feet.
"No, I do. I can't just leave you here and have your infected feet on my conscience, can I, heh? We have to stick together, anyways. There's no way I'm letting you walk around the island without the ability to run away from crazies like Dante. Anyway, it's not like I haven't been around cuts and bruises before. These should be easy to deal with."
Kathy wrapped up the first foot in the gauze, and then wrapped some bandages around it as well, just in case. Then she started on the second foot, and was done in half the time, having gotten into the groove. Kathy finished off the final bandage, then stood up, brushed off her hands, and picked up the socks and boots. She thrust them at Becky.
"You can have these. You need them more than I do, if you're going to survive. They should fit, and they're very comfortable."