[b][color=#a4161a]"You're lucky I cant move right now. Go to the corner and pretend you're a rock or something."[/color][/b]

Yvonne quickly grabbed one of the red bottles and drank it. Even in the first sip, the healing and invigorating effect of that potion could be felt. The pain lessened, and the bruises were starting to fade. And at that moment, her word to that surviving soldier was no longer an empty threat anymore. 


Ignoring the confused soldier to be somebody else's problem, Jazdia approached the wounded girl and stared at her deviant eyes before kneeling and opening her medkit. Her expression was cold, and she was actually hesitant, but something deep inside moved her. Compassion, yeah it had to be that. At this moment, she remembered her late aunt, Flenaline. [b][i]Be a healer[/i][/b], she said. [i][b]The world will be a better place with more people capable of healing instead of fighting[/b][/i], she said. But she died before she could see one more healer taking her oath. 

The girl tried to shove her away with her trembling hand, but barely a push can be felt. Frowning only slightly, Jazdia gripped her hand tightly and swiftly administered sedative morphine from a squeezable syrette. The girl let out a choked protest and Jazdia braced herself. It would take another two minutes for the drug to take effect and alleviate her suffering-- or remaining rage, come to think of it.  

Yes, her hand was starting to bleed again after wrangling the girl to not jolting her body left and right. 
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"Samurai!"[/color] she shouted. [color=ec008c]"Bring one of those medicines here and have her drink it!" [/color]