by Crackle Wed Dec 26, 2012 8:58 am
Taking everything useful he had collected, Crackle flapped his way back over to the group and entered the wagon. He looked down at the filly and sighed, setting his loot to the side.
"Jasmine, hold off in the healing potion for now. We have to get the splinters out first for the best effects. Try and keep her calm. Sanctity, Keep holding her in place. The less wiggling, the less chace of me slipping up. Deus, if you can send some light in here without blowing us up, it would be appreciated. The rest of you, keep an eye out for more ghouls." He sat down beside the filly, looking over hew wound. His medical training was essentialy first aid and field dressing, courtesy of his time as a Talon, and he wasn't sure what all he could do for the filly. It was worth a shot, though...
"Alright, kid, this is going to hurt. I need you to be a big pony for a few minutes, ok? I'm going to have to take this splinter out before we can fix you, so I need you to stay calm, alright? Your safe now, all the ghouls are gone. We're gonna get you out of here." He sighed again. Crackle never was very good with hatchlings of his own race, let alone young ponies. He was well outside his comfort zone here, but was probably the best hope they had.