"What the hell?" Eleanor gasped as Nas left. She looked to Tristan, her mouth slightly open. "Do you know what she's talking about?"
Eleanor followed their gaze, her eyebrows furrowed. "Another Summon?" she thought aloud. "What could that mean? How far away is it, Nas?"
Eleanor smiled at Nas, trying to be friendly. "Does the medicine help you as well? I met a woman that took our money in exchange for all this. I already bound your wound for you."
Van Helsing frowned. "That may damage immortals irreperably as well," he began. "It may not be the best idea."
Eleanor grimaced. "I'll drink mine first, then," she said, and uncorked her own bottle and swallowed it in three gulps. "It's sweet," she said with a small smile. "And the pain's already leaving."
Eleanor frowned. "I'm sorry about that," she replied. "I was really worried about how sick you were getting, so I had no choice but to go out and get you something. Drink this," she added suddenly, pulling the healing phial from the bag. "I need you to not be in pain by morning."
OOC: the owner of this thread sucks butt... XD BIC: Van Helsing nodded. He was more interested in what the liquid was holding... some kind of syringe. What could be in it? "Maybe Anna should touch it!" he snapped sarcastically."Go on, princess. Touch it."
"I'm guessing she automatically turns to her human form clothingless," Eleanor explained, quickly putting medicine and wrapping on her ankle. "You might have to ask her to make more or I can carry a dress of hers in this pack in case she needs it."
Eleanor jumped when she saw Tristan open his eyes. She wanted to throw her arms around his neck and hug him in relief, but thought better of it, not wanting to anger Nas. "How are you feeling?" she asked, finishing the binding around his torso and looking to her own ankle. "Nas and I have been worried about you!"
kk night night! :D
Eleanor thought quickly, panic rising in her. Alright, she thought. We can do this... "Okay," she said aloud to Nas. "That's alright, I didn't mean any disrespect." She looked down at Tristan, putting a hand to his cheek. "Hey," she muttered. "Hey, you need to wake up, Tristan. Nas and I need you to get up!" She shook his shoulders, his head lolling from side to side. "Get up and do what you have to do! You can't be sick, you can't die! Please, wake up!"
good! im glad you enjoyed yourself! :D
"Is that bad?" Eleanor asked. "I'm not sure I understand much about crystals. Just help me bind his wound or... something to help him! Wake him up, Nas... do something to get him conscious to drink this medicine!" Eleanor pulled the roll of bandages out of the bag and began to wrap them around Tristan's torso, tight enough to keep the salve in place and still let him breathe.
hey its all good. just make sure youre having fun while you do it! :)
Eleanor frowned, confused. "What do you mean, Nas?" she asked. "What object of great power? I don't understand." She sunk her fingers into the paste in the drawstring bag and pulled up Tristan's shirt so she could see his wound. She spread the medicine gently over the open cut and the bruised, discolored area around it.
cool sounds good. im guess theres always room for improvement! :D i cant wait to see how much better it gets!
lol well im newer to anime and manga so i have to read things more than once sometimes to get it all in my noodle XD
haha loved it! i rated and commented on it for ya! very good job! :glomp:
Eleanor managed to smirk through the pain in her ankle. "Getting something to save his life," she muttered, yanking the pack of medicine off her back. She gave Nas a satisfied grin. "Want to give me a hand helping him out?" She pulled one of the phials out of the pack and showed it to Nas. "This is for pain, but I guess he'll have to be conscious to drink it. In the meantime, use all of this you think should heal his wound..." Eleanor took the small sack with the poultice in it from the bag and pulled the drawstring to open it. "Spread it on his side and we can bind it with these strips of cloth."
Van Helsing smiled at Jinx happily and stepped into the room. "What is that thing?" he asked, motioning to the glass ball on the pedalstal in the middle of the room.
