Roana would have warned Isla that her fellow ex-captain was in more danger than herself. Roana would have insisted that her fellow ex-captain receive care first. All things she would have done…had she not been delirious with blood loss by the time she reached the infirmary. The fact that she was still on her feet when she got there was a surprise in and of itself. By the time she was laid down so Isla could do her work she promptly passed out – a blessing in disguise since getting stitches with no anesthetic is unbearably painful.
When she regained consciousness, Roana was pale as a ghost and felt nauseous, completely broken out into a cold sweat. Extreme blood loss would do that to a person. Her brow furrowed and she tried to sit up, gasping in pain as the newly repaired wounds tugged. Immediately she flopped back down on her back, turning her head to look at Isla and Ronin. “W-what?” she was confused, and unsure where she was. Everything felt muddled.
Ronin
When she regained consciousness, Roana was pale as a ghost and felt nauseous, completely broken out into a cold sweat. Extreme blood loss would do that to a person. Her brow furrowed and she tried to sit up, gasping in pain as the newly repaired wounds tugged. Immediately she flopped back down on her back, turning her head to look at Isla and Ronin. “W-what?” she was confused, and unsure where she was. Everything felt muddled.
Ronin
