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“Agh!” Varka screamed. His right leg starting to bleed out as he fell to the ground. After a few minutes, Varka gained the strength to get back up.
He limped to the medical center and sat down near the counter top where he would be checked in. After a long while of waiting, a nurse finally came to him.
“What’s the matter?” The nurse asked.
“I was stabbed in my right leg.” Varka answered, shuttering in pain.
“I’ll get the doctor to see you as soon as possible! I apologize if there’s a wait, many soldiers are being injured badly.” The nurse replied, then walked into what seemed like an office, showing much urgency.
Varka waited, trying to be as patient as possible, however, he was still in excruciating pain and discomfort, he had managed to get the knife out of his leg when he had gotten stabbed but the open wound felt much worse. He worried it would get infected but remembered the doctor would disinfect it which calmed his nerves.
{IN THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE}
(I don’t have much medical knowledge so my bad if it’s not accurate)
“Lay down on the bed, please.” The doctor asked, not even giving Varka a chance to breathe after struggling to walk in. “The nurse told me you’ve been stabbed.” He briefed.
“That is correct. Would you be able to patch me up?” Varka replied.
“I will absolutely do that.” The doctor assured, grabbing his materials and getting straight to work.
“What shall I call you..?” Varka asked.
“Doctor Flins.” Flins answered, pulling Varka’s pants up.
Varka watched Flins work, he liked the way Flins’s lavender hair shined in the bright light of the room. The way his glimmered as he focused on disinfecting Varka’s leg. Varka felt his face get hot as he continued to notice the details of Flins’s face.
Varka flinched as Flins put alcohol and other disinfectants on his wound and began to cleaned the blood off of him. After this, Flins started to stitch up Varka’s wound, trying to be precise but also as fast as possible.
{WHEN FLINS FINISHED TAKING CARE OF VARKA}
“I’m done!” Flins cheered. “It’ll hurt a lot for a while, you’ll need to stay off of that leg for at least three through seven days.” He instructed.
“But I need to fight and train!” Varka argued.
“There is plenty of other men that can fight, and you won’t get to fight unless you do take these days to rest.” Flins countered.
“Okay.” Varka sighed. “May I at least stay here? With you?”
“Of course.” Flins responded.