dǫçţǫŗ şɭęęƥ (shone) wrote in valloic, @ 2020-05-22 14:22:00 |
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Sabrina teleported into the Spellman mortuary, gritting her teeth as she quietly made her way into the greenhouse. She’d managed to stop the bleeding on the large gash to her right leg by using her scarf to wrap around it, but there were some herbs that she knew could help lessen the pain that shot up her thigh whenever she walked and hopefully help with any scarring. They should have them in the greenhouse, it was just a matter of picking out which plants would be the most useful. She really should have paid a bit more attention in herbology considering she could remember the ones not to touch but anything actually helpful had currently escaped her mind. Salem slinked into the greenhouse behind her, minds linked to quietly berate her for going out again with Hazel and Nadia to try and help with the goblin problem. Especially because she’d left him behind again when he could have been useful. He moved between her legs, nearly tripping her with his antics and she scowled, picking him up and setting him aside as she plucked rosemary leaves. “Shhh,” she hissed at Salem who yowled at her. “You’re going to wake everyone up!” Too late. It was one of those rare nights where Dan was actually home at a decent hour, not working, which meant he was catching up on sleep. He wasn’t sure what time he’d passed out, but he’d passed out hard, caught in a dreamless slumber that was damn near heavenly - and ever since Allison had moved in, he’d sort of moved past his trauma regarding being the little spoon. Which meant she in her silk handkerchief was pressed up against him from behind, and when cottony blue eyes shot open, he tugged gently on the slender arm draped over him. “Allison, wake up. Sabrina did something to herself.” He didn’t have all the details yet, just knew that he was attuned to her brainwaves and he felt this sudden jolt, a tingle - it wasn’t like when your limbs fell asleep, or when the orchestra played a midnight serenade to accompany the villain’s assault. It was more like an ice pick to the brain. He shuffled, stretching, attempting to move out of bed. Pants. He’d need pants. “She’s in the greenhouse.” Allison woke slowly, her body not wanting to wake up and her mind being entirely uninterested in the endeavor, but once her mind registered Dan’s words, her eyes opened and she sat up. “Is she okay? Or is this a bad something?” She was trying to register just how much to worry at this point. To be fair, she was at high capacity, but if it wasn’t too bad, then she’d manage to lower it a little. She stood quickly, grabbing her robe and putting it on. Being up, she grabbed a pair of pajama pants for Dan, tossing them to him. She figured he’d rather not go downstairs without them. “Then we’d better get to the greenhouse.” Salem continued to yowl at Sabrina as she limped around the greenhouse, gathering more of the herbs she needed for the salve she was planning on making. Reluctantly she scooped him up, trying to balance him and the various herbs as she hobbled toward the kitchen, ignoring Salem’s constant berating. She dropped him off on the table, sticking her tongue out at his indignant hiss before gathering the mortar and pestle from their usual place in one of the bottom cabinets. “You’re being loud enough to wake the dead, Salem,” she scolded, narrowing her eyes as he batted the rosemary off the table. Pajama pants on, t-shirt on - Dan was looking almost presentable, extremely messy sleep hair notwithstanding (that was less ‘fresh from the runway and on purpose’ and more...haphazard). “It’s a bad something,” he told Allison, stopping to grab the first aid kit on the way downstairs - theirs was large and had actual trays, more medical supplies than you’d find in the standard kits with one bandaid and one alcohol wipe. “Azzie - “ He practically tripped over the fluffy white cat, who had joined Salem and was also yowling; Mal couldn’t seem to be fucked to join the party, but that was a cat for you. Azzie, however, she jumped up on the counter, pacing, all fluffy and bristled. But then Dan caught sight of Sabrina, and his eyes widened. “Sabrina, what the hell did you - stop. Sit. You’re bleeding.” This was a surprising scene, but then again it wasn’t - he knew she’d gone out to hunt goblins or whatever, which was...fine. Dan didn’t want to smother her or have to wrap her in a bubble, but he’d still been concerned. Obviously there was a reason to be. Allison frowned. She’d sort of figured ‘bad’ was the word of choice. She sighed but made her way downstairs with Dan. Once she’d gotten there, she frowned even more. “That doesn’t look great.” But it was better than some of the things she’d seen. It was better than her. She looked at Dan for a moment. He was the person that had the medical experience. She didn’t have much outside of knowing that a situation wasn’t good. “Do you want me to call Mom? I’m sure she could be over quickly.” She was the one that she called anyway when things were bad. They’d all done the same. She had performed surgeries on just about all of them by this point. “It’s fine! I’ve got it covered.” Sabrina motioned toward the mortar and pestle and the herbs that Salem had made a mess of. Traitor, she thought at both of the cats. Mal was definitely her favorite now. At least she wasn’t causing such an unneeded fuss. “It’s just a little blood.” Or maybe a lot of blood and maybe the pain had begun to creep toward excruciating, but that she could grit her way through it. But Sabrina sat down because she was beginning to feel a bit woozy and collapsing didn’t seem like the best way to prove that she was alright. “I’ve got it,” Dan promised Allison - no need to call Grace, at least not yet. Though he wasn’t opposed to doing so if the situation got out of hand. He sat in one of the kitchen table chairs, facing Sabrina and easing her leg up so he could prop it near him - he needed space to work. “It’s just a little blood that’s supposed to be in you,” he added with dry humor, pressing a clean cloth to the wound - it looked like it had stopped bleeding, for the most part, but as he assessed it even more it was clear stitches were necessary to close it shut and keep it that way. Well. First thing’s first - they’d need soap and water. “Though can you - pop a mug into the microwave and boil some water?” he glanced up at Allison. “And I’m not sure what the deal with the herbs is, but - “ Some tea? A salve? Folk medicine was not Dan’s specialty. He’d spent so long working in a hospital setting, he’d just go with modern medicine. “Grab the anesthetic from the first aid kit?” A topical one. She’d need it - having a wound flushed out and skin stitched didn’t feel great. Allison’s expression shifted to the one she’d used when Claire used to insist that she was allowed to do something she wasn’t. “A little.” The disbelief was evident in her voice. But she did as Dan asked and went to heat up a mug of water to get it boiling. Then she opened the kit and grabbed the anesthetic after a bit of searching. She handed it over to him. “I’m not the one to ask about the herbs.” Her mom never really used them except the occasional tea or certain things. Once the microwave beeped, she moved to grab it and walked back towards them, holding it out for Dan. “Is this an ‘offer to let her hold my hand situation?’” "If you mix them together with the water it'll make a salve that is like anesthetic." It probably had some of the same ingredients as the one in the first aid kit. There had never been one of those in the mortuary before. Sabrina had seen them at school in the nurse's office, but magical remedies had always been what was used in the Spellman household. "But I could also go for some tea." Especially if it was a soothing variety. "The cats might need one too since they're being so fussy." Both Azzie and Salem received a glare from her before her familiar jumped into her arms, demanding to be held. The kit came with sterilization material, so Dan washed things first then dropped the needle into hydrogen peroxide to let it soak for a few seconds. While it was doing that, he squirted on that ol’ anesthetic (when Allison brought it over she got a thanks, honey in response too) - though he figured herbs were for a salve. He could smell how pungent they were. Magical remedies were interesting, if unfamiliar to him. “Don’t worry, Allison will make you tea and hold your hand,” he chuckled roughly, voice still thick from sleep, with another squirt of another syringe to irrigate that goblin-induced gash - or actually, he wasn’t sure how Sabrina got it but he intended to find out. “Now, what happened exactly?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the wound, flushing out any gunk that didn’t need to be in there. Hopefully she didn’t feel anything. Much. Allison snorted softly at Sabrina’s comment about the cats. “Well, you are bleeding. And it’s not a small wound. They’re concerned. As they should be.” She gave her a pointed look with the last words. She gave Dan a quick squeeze of the shoulder before moving to make more hot water for tea. She’d pick out something without much caffeine in it as Sabrina was going to need to sleep after this and let herself rest. She brought the tea over, setting it down on the table next to her before holding out a hand. “Just in case you need something to squeeze once he starts to stitch you up.” Listen to her. She knows what she’s talking about, Salem told her and Sabrina groaned, though she took the tea. Telepathic goblin cats were the absolute worst. At least Azzie wasn’t trying to have a conversation with her. “We were just scouting out for where the goblins might be congregating, tracking them to help out everyone else.” It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. They had been doing it for a few hours, following the path Sabrina had been magically searching out. “We might have accidentally stumbled onto the main hideout of the goblins.” Salem eyed her, giving his own version of a glare. Of course you did. Sabrina winced as she spotted the needle. “And there may have been a lot of them.” That was putting it pretty mildly, but she wasn’t going to worry Allison and Dan more than they already were. Dan sighed, quietly, and his gaze shifted toward Allison as if to say teenagers, lol, where do we keep the Tums but he supposed he couldn’t really say anything in terms of what a scolding might look like - Sabrina hadn’t done anything wrong, really. No, she was just trying to help - and once she was in over her head she got out of the situation, so, that was a good thing. It could have ended up a lot worse. “Well, I’m glad you’re alright,” he said gruffly, working his artist magic (or - it actually wasn’t that artistic, it was cutting away skin) on the edges of the wound. He was going to do everything he could to ensure this didn’t heal wonky, or jagged, thus resulting in a scar; the stitches would dissolve eventually too, once he got them in. “Maybe take it easy for a few days, to let this heal properly and so you don’t give me a heart attack?” That was when he started stitching her up, carefully, with steady hands. They’d stumbled into the main hideout. Allison frowned. She knew that she’d been going out to hunt for the goblins, but she hadn’t considered exactly what would happen if they found the main hideout. She caught Dan’s gaze, allowing her frown to lessen just a little. Was this what teenagers looked like as a whole or were they just lucky? She had to agree with his words. “And we mean take it easy,” she said, putting all her mom-type feelings into it. Because she was going to need to get better at that if Claire was ever to show up. She was glad that she wasn’t the one that needed to stitch anyone up. She was just going to stand there and try to be as comforting as she could be. “Which means no running into danger for a few days, please.” Sabrina winced at what Dan was doing with the needle, setting down the tea and letting Salem jump into her arms so she could hold onto him and try to keep her mind off what was happening to her leg. “I don’t run into danger,” she protested. “It just sometimes stumbles into me.” Was it truly her fault if sometimes she seemed to be a magnet for it? “But my plan is to just sleep after this and then sleep some more tomorrow.” After that she probably would head back out into the woods after seeing how Hazel and Nadia were fairing. That was about as much as she could promise though. Because if something else happened, Sabrina knew she wouldn’t be able to stay away from helping. Dan would spare her the ‘you can’t help people if you lose your limbs fighting goblins’ lecture, but the point remained. He settled on a, “Just take care of yourself, find a balance,” which he very well meant. “There are a lot of people here who want to help, too.” So Sabrina didn’t always have to jump into everything - sometimes there would even be problems in the city that she just wouldn’t be able to fix, even with magic (it wasn’t meant to fix every problem), and that was okay too. It didn’t mean she was any less capable. He stitched carefully, efficiently, then cut the excess after tying it off - not too tightly, though. Another shot of antiseptic and a bandage applied, and the happy patient was as good as new - or almost, anyway. “Keep that on there,” Dan instructed, referring to the bandage. “For at least a day. I’ll be up to change it though, since you’ll be resting,” he added. The supplies were returned to the first aid kit, and Dan hoped he didn’t have to bring them back out again anytime soon. Then he leaned in and kissed Sabrina’s forehead, all father-like, and Jesus - he’d been so worried about her, he probably sprouted a few gray hairs mixed in with the dirty blonde. “Can we go back to bed now, you think?” he asked, taking Allison’s hand, pressing his lips to her wrist before letting go. The contact helped, because he’d just performed mini-surgery in the kitchen and that was a lot. Allison nodded along to Dan’s words. She didn’t know if she could handle more than the two teenagers if she was going to need to be used to a series of serious injuries it was going to make her feel old. Also a lot more like a hypocrite for running into dangerous situations while still injured. She’d just woken up from throat surgery when she’d had to run out to save the world. After Vanya exploded the entire house. It wouldn’t have happened if Luther had just listened to her. But no. He had to be Dad about it. She looked down at Sabrina’s leg. It looked better now. She hoped it would stay that way. There was a soft smile as she watched Dan with Sabrina. Parenting was a good look for him. She stepped a little closer. “Finish your tea and go to bed,” she said, turning to look at Sabrina. “I guess you can take your tea to bed if you like.” Turning back to Dan, she gave him a small smile. “And I think we can probably go back to bed.” “You guys should definitely go back to bed,” she told them, letting her tea cool a little as she continued to pet Salem. “But thanks. For you know...everything.” It was still a little weird to have people who weren’t her aunts or cousin caring about her like this, but it was nice too. “And I promise I’ll go to bed. And stay in it.” At least for the rest of the night and part of tomorrow. Then clean up would probably need to happen. Sabrina retrieved her tea and holding Salem to her chest, murmured her spell, “lanuae magicae”, before teleporting up to her bed, ready to collapse for a few hours. |