iaso gouald, district 3 tribute. (whatodds) wrote in colosseum, @ 2013-12-14 12:41:00 |
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Iaso wondered how Laurel had put up with the pain of her wounds. Iaso had never felt anything more painful than the pain that was her broken arm right now. Having it in a splint and tucked up against her body was helping, at least a little bit, but every time she tried to use it, every time she moved the wrong way, it hurt. Sleeping was the worst, which was making her even more tired than she had been before this. And sleeping wasn't as safe as it had been. It was just her and Mouse now, and they couldn't afford to be careless.
She unwrapped the splint, looking at the arm and the wound the hoof had left. The antiseptic cream they'd received had done wonders for that and the cut on her collarbone. She wished she'd been able to steal some of the healing cream from Laurel, but the girl had sensibly kept it all to herself. The alliance had helped them all to a certain degree, but allowing anyone else use of the cream would have given them too much of an advantage over Laurel.
For all that it was covered in cuts and bruises, the arm looked more normal than it had the right to. The break hadn't been so bad it had pushed the bone out of alignment, and the muscle wastage that would eventuate from lack of use. After putting a little more antiseptic cream on, she wrapped it back up again, once more holding the pain in against her body in the hope that it would lessen. She wasn't going to survive if she was pain addled, and there were still plenty of tributes out there that needed to die