Maya didn’t always find herself helping out with the wounded in the arena, but every now and then, she needed money just like anyone else did. The Wick found herself staring down at a particularly nasty looking cut on his outer thigh, saying apologetically, “I am sorry, but I cannot heal the wound directly… Unless someone else comes along, the best that can be done is cleaning and stitching.” The man looked up with irritation like it was her fault that she wasn’t that skilled in her field yet. It wasn’t… She had spent many hours practicing, but it took time to hone one’s skills.
Rolling her eyes, she started to clean the wound and listened to the man bellow like a child. “You should have stopped fighting sooner if you didn’t want another pretty scar. It’s not my fault you got yourself slashed. Don’t be mad at me. I am only trying to help.” The man gritted his teeth as she gently dug in for debris, carefully cleaning grit out of the cut. She continued to speak, “Lucky for you, the cut is not jagged. It would have been a lot worse if your wound was from a dull blade.” She felt like she was talking to a kid who stubbornly refused to reply to her. He was why she tried to stay to herself.
Once she was satisfied with the hygiene of the cut, she produced a clean needle and thread, and set to task. The man was making it difficult with his thigh moving too much and she gritted her teeth. “Hold still you dolt or I will leave it wide open and then where will you be?!” He glared up at her with his teeth bared and she set the needle down so she could plant her fists on her hips. Her brow raised in challenge.
“You are just a big baby. It will only take a few moments to close your wound up and I can’t do that if you are being difficult. My goodness, calm down, sir.” Her glower had the effect she wanted, and she gave him a scathing look before setting to task again. She made quick work of the suturing before cutting the thread.
Not even a thank you from the man. He simply got up and limped off the moment she wrapped his damn leg up. “Asshole,” she muttered out and began to pack her things sourly, wanting to be away from people.