haha
The men congradulate you and drink whiskey to celebrate. The man
called Dougal steps forward.
"If ye ken how to fix his shoulder, can ye stanch his
wound?" he inquires politely. You nod yes, and he shoves some
dirty cloth into your hands, then turns away to talk to someone. You
examine the rags. They're filthy! Your medical training won't let you
use the cloths.
"I can't use these," you proclaim to Dougal.
Suddenly, you are face to face with the large man. "Do it",
he says. You are to shaken to argue further, but you still have to
dress the wound. You look around for more suitable fabric and can't
see anything else to use but your dress and slip underneath. You clamp
your jaw together and get to work tearing strips of linen and rayon
off your clothing.
You finish your job and stand back to survey the work. The young man
tests the bandage. "Good work, lass," he says approvingly.
"Can ye ride, Jamie?" asks Dougal. Jamie nods yes.
"Well, let's get goin'. The lass'll ride wi' ye."
You are hoisted up onto another horse with Jamie behind you, shifting
and pressing his legs to guide the horse.
"It canna be worse than it feels," the man replies with a
short laugh. You grip his arm and shove it into place with a small
pop!
