The Aftermath

Posted on Fri Apr 3rd, 2020 @ 4:47pm by

Mission: Episode 02: "Samaritan"
Location: Personal Quarters
Timeline: Day 1 at 0000

Cradling her injured arm, Harlow slipped quietly from the bed and tiptoed toward the main living area and retrieved the emergency medical kit from the dresser near the front door. She stood in front of the mirror for a moment, examining the wound. It was severe, but if she treaeted it now it wouldn't be life threatening.

The tranexamic acid she had been taking had definitely helped. Though the bite was still bleeding, it was at a much slower rate than would have other wise been, something which she had been counting on to buy her the time she needed to be able to treat the wounds privately.

The last thing she had wanted was to be taken to sickbay with severe blood loss. The explanations that would be required would be difficult, for both of them. Even if it was deeply cultural tradition, it would not be looked upon favorably by some and she already knew Mr'isarr had a difficult time with acceptance, continually concerned of being treated as a 'beast'.

She knew how much this had hurt him, even if he didn't outright say so. His actions said what his words couldn't without betraying his culture. It was in the tone of his growl, the way he had held her, the softness of his touch after, the feline roll as he said her name.

Picking up the medical kit, she padded quietly toward the bathroom, only turning on the light after she had made sure the door was closed. She didn't want to disturb him. Setting the medical kit down, she opened it up and glanced at the contents before picking up a clean cloth, running it under warm water and gently cleaning the wounds across the front of her shoulder, wincing each time the soft cloth touched the bite marks.

Once the area had been cleaned as best she could, she picked up the tricorder and used it to scan the area. While the injuries looked bad, she wanted to make sure there was nothing else underlaying that had been done. No damage to muscles, tendons or ligaments, no broken or fractured bones... nothing that would require more significant repair.

Reading the results of the scan, Harlow exhaled slowly. It looked mostly okay. There was no damage to her clavicle, surprisingly, given how small she was and the sheer pressure of his jaws, but one of his canine teeth had punctured her shoulder muscle. It was a clean puncture, there was no tear, but it would be something that would take time to heal and would require some level of physical therapy to keep the muscle active in the interim.

With a soft sigh, she closed her eyes for a moment, leaning against the bathroom counter, careful not to put weight on her injured shoulder. The pain was unlike anything else she had ever felt, which said something, given her childhood. It was like a burning fire in her shoulder, unrelenting and torturous.

Finally she drew another deep breath, pushing herself away from the counter with her good arm and looked in the mirror before grabbing a hypospray from the medical kit and loading it with a cartridge.

First things first, pain relief. Something to take the edge off the ache in her shoulder.

As the dose was administered she drew in a deep breath, exhaling slowly as the pain relief started to work almost immediately.

It was almost two hours later before Harlow emerged from the bathroom, the wound cleaned and dressed, healed just enough to stem the bleeding, but not enough to remove the scar that she knew needed to remain. The pain relief had brought the pain down to a dull, but constant ache, enough that hopefully she would be able to get some sleep. Returning to the bedroom, she slid carefully beneath the covers, trying not to disturb her mate as she shifted, trying to find a position comfortable enough to allow at least a little rest.