Practically growing up in the army, fighting that never ending war that seemed to rage on in Northwind meant that Kaladin picked up a thing or two. He was far from being a medical professional but you didn't last long on the front lines if you didn't learn how to tie a tourniquet or how to do a quick suture of a wound.
Since arriving in this new world the young man had kept mostly to himself, which also meant that when he got hurt or sick he treated it himself. Bumps and bruises were easy, what had happened to currently wasn't.
After their failed attempt at exploring the ruins Kaladin had decided that perhaps going solo to explore would prove more fruitful. Sure it meant less firepower in a fight but it also meant less of a chance at getting seen by anything. Well, at least that was what he had told himself. Kal wasn't quite sure what had attacked him, even with the lantern he had brought with him this time the lighting was still poor in the deeper levels. It was vaguely animal shaped yet much stronger then any animal he had come across.
It hadn't been a tough fight, at least not for the beast. Kaladin now hobbled over to the local healers hut, his one remaining human arm drenched in blood, his chest a criss-cross of torn flesh. His breathing was labored yet other then a few grimaces here and there he made no acknowledgement of his sorry state. He had heard that the woman who ran this clinic or hospital or whatever they wanted to call it had been a northhavener, he didn't recall ever meeting the woman personally but had heard she was at least competent.
Pushing his way in with out preamble he sat at the nearest open table, telling one of the attendants to fetch the head physician.
Since arriving in this new world the young man had kept mostly to himself, which also meant that when he got hurt or sick he treated it himself. Bumps and bruises were easy, what had happened to currently wasn't.
After their failed attempt at exploring the ruins Kaladin had decided that perhaps going solo to explore would prove more fruitful. Sure it meant less firepower in a fight but it also meant less of a chance at getting seen by anything. Well, at least that was what he had told himself. Kal wasn't quite sure what had attacked him, even with the lantern he had brought with him this time the lighting was still poor in the deeper levels. It was vaguely animal shaped yet much stronger then any animal he had come across.
It hadn't been a tough fight, at least not for the beast. Kaladin now hobbled over to the local healers hut, his one remaining human arm drenched in blood, his chest a criss-cross of torn flesh. His breathing was labored yet other then a few grimaces here and there he made no acknowledgement of his sorry state. He had heard that the woman who ran this clinic or hospital or whatever they wanted to call it had been a northhavener, he didn't recall ever meeting the woman personally but had heard she was at least competent.
Pushing his way in with out preamble he sat at the nearest open table, telling one of the attendants to fetch the head physician.
