Idrial’s walked down the hallways of the Half-Light academy, looking for anyone that might be skipping class. Her lips were in straight line, neither smiling nor in a frown. Her movements were quiet as she made her rounds in the halls, it almost seemed like she wasn’t walking on the stone cold floor at all. Her eyes gazed back and forth in the hallways and she caught a quick movement form around the corner.
She smiled and slowly stalked towards the corner, she took a quick peek around the corner. A student walking the halls and had no clue tha she was there. She stalked him carefully and when she was a few feet away she grabbed his shoulder. The boy screamed in fright, Idrial’s eyes bored into his and she spoke in a low voice.
“Get to class boy, before I send you to the Infirmary.”
The boy nodded before running the down the hallway and walking into the door at the end of the hallway, she heard one of the Masters yelling at him before he was pulled into the classroom by his collar and the door was shut with a forceful slam. Idrial smiled at this, she had missed Hallway duty. It was one of her favorite things to do when she was still in training to become an Apprentice. Which reminded her she’d better head towards the Infirmary halls, she hadn’t checked on them for almost two hours.
She picked up the pace a little, though making sure that her feet were making no sound to alert anyone who weren’t suppose to be in the halls. As she got closer to the infirmary her nose caught a large scent of blood. It was fresh, almost too fresh for her liking. It was obvious someone had hurt themselves yet again and was now in the infirmary. She rounded the corner only to see a man lying against the wall; she rushed over to the man and checked his pulse. There was one but it was very weak, it was then that she noticed the blade sticking out of his chest and his mouth full of blood. This was bad, she had to get him to the infirmary or else he would die.
She carefully looped her arms under his, not wanting to do any more damage than was already done. She dragged him with the utmost care to the infirmary; it was empty which she did not like at all. She couldn’t see the doctor anywhere, which meant she would have to do this herself. She propped him onto the nearest bed, she was now full of blood, his blood. She checked his pulse again; it was even weaker than before.
“Sorry but I have to do this without any pain killers, hope your stronger than you look … Who ever you are.”
She used her dagger to cut open his shirt; hopefully it wasn’t something of value to him. She grabbed the blade and pulled it out slowly, blood gushed forth with each movement of the blade. She then summoned fire with her free hand and as soon as the blade was out she wove thin threads of fire to cauterize the wound and stop the bleeding. The bleeding came to a very slow trickle; she held her hands over his chest and used her healing magick just as a precaution in case she missed something.
There was no bleeding coming out of the wound; she would have to wait for him to awake before she stitched the wound closed. She hoped he would wake soon, the sooner she could get this wound closed the less chance he would get infection and she could give him some pain killers.
“Come on wake up who ever you are.”
She sat on the edge of the bed; she could see a little color coming back into his face. She pushed the hood of her cloak back and undid her weapons, laying her bow, daggers and quiver on the bed across from them. They would only get in the way later.
