Isis & Osiris | Hallways (Classroom off the Hallway)
Isis eyes moved over him quickly, trying to assess any other injury. Something far too difficult when he was both standing and had clothing covering his wound. As she looked him over she noticed the drip of blood on down his neck. He had a head injury too? The look of alarm crossed over her face as he answered her before she could ask about his head. She had been expecting a cut or a stab wound. Not a gun shot, though it made sense since she could hear them through the door.
Isis reached out to move his shirt to get a better look before she stopped herself. She couldn't touch him. There was nothing more frustrating. Isis had the skills to help. She could patch him up with the limited supplies in the room but sacred law said she couldn’t touch him. It suddenly felt pointless. Why was she here, studying medicine if she would never be able to actually help? She would only work theoretically.
But she had no idea how long they could be here. There were any number of potential problems if the wounds went unaddressed for too long. The struggle was pretty clear inspected his wound as close as she could. As he hissed in pain again her eyes lifted to meet his. The concern was clear in her eyes. They had spent so many years apart but it didn’t matter. She was still very much in love with him.
Osiris winced in pain again before Isis decided she couldn’t just stand there with him. She was going to risk him losing too much blood. Isis reached out again, gently moving his shirt to the side so she could actually see his injury. Her fingers moved gently over the skin surrounding his injury.
"This should come off." She told him indicating his shirt "and you should probably sit down before you fall down." Isis moved to pull a chair over as she waited for him to pull off his shirt. "I’ll look at your head after I patch up your shoulder." she told him before she moved to collect something to clean up the injuries.