Triage

Treasca let Delyn quiet in her arms, but didn't let go. He rested his head on her arm face turnd to the wall. Just then Brenton burst through the door. He paused for a moment looking at them in an embrace, but only motioned to the very still little boy in his arms. Treasca jumped to her feet running to meet him. The child was barely alive, and was doing the panting gasp of someone with severe internal injuries. She took him from Brenton carefully. She pressed her hand to his small chest, and went inside him to see the damage. She gasped at it all, but remained calm. She started with the most severe wounds first. His lung had been collapsed on one side explaining the wet sucking sound when he breathed. The lung's hole sealed at her touch, then she reinflated it gently. Next she turned her power to the bleeding that was pooling in his body. She healed the wounds, and removed the blood. She encouraged new blood to be made next. His head had been wounded as well, and a fracture was on the back of his skull. She healed it easily, and reduced the swelling in the boys brain. Once he was stable she left him to sleep a deep healing sleep.

Delyn was the only one still in the room when she finished.

"Brenton went to bring you more survivors. There has been a catastrophe of some kind, and many are gravely wounded. What will we need to treat them?" He asked looking down at the boy in her arms.

"Can we sit up some cots, maybe bandages, clean towel, and water. Some thread, sewing needles, and brandy would also be good. Any alcohol that is potent will help with infection. If there are many wounded I should save my magic for the life threatening wounds." She said getting to her feet stiffly. Delyn took the child, and laid him on a couch.

"Right away my lady, you should rest until the master returns." He said eyes grim. With that he turned, and went to do what he could.