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Bry shrugged. Did he vanish months ago? You probably wouldn't know this but the average mouse can go one or two months without water. If he was missing longer than that he is likely dead. Now obviously there are other factors but we are in PORT Sumac. So I am sure he has been able to find water since his disappearance. Now of course I am not all that good at hunting people down. There is very little I could do to help him unless I knew where he was. So your attempt to make me flustered about a mouse I already know I will be of no immediate help to is pointless. Now maybe if you had cooperated with Seyth instead of doing whatever the hell it was that brought you here maybe I could help him. But since you are here and wasting my time I can only assume you actually don't care and want to throw me off topic. Bry does get water, offering Peiter a drink as he takes a breath. More to the point you being here is something I don't like right now. Clearly you are fine so you must have pissed off Seyth. So you are stuck here. Congratulations. I do hope you enjoy your time in this room. IF you would kindly sit there and stay silent so I can work on my patient that would be appreciated. After all, Frie does need physical help. What you need clearly is a mouse with psycological training.
Now. I am going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you aren't some gibbering fool who took a blow to the head and never quite recovered. But I am giving you that since you aren't drooling all over yourself right now. You know nothing of myself or medicine. So sit down and shut your jaw. Bry sits down next to Frie while staring at Peiter. Whatever you have against the territories doesn't belong in this room so it can go right out the door. I don't care. I am a mouse of healing not of your dim witted beliefs. In this room you are one of my patients so I am going to treat you like a dumb one to make sure you understand how little you understand about medicine. Sure you have managed to take care of yourself, but how many mice have you nursed from sickness, injury or starvation? How many have you decided to help when you know they could die. Bry pointed to Frie, his voice raising as he spoke. I did not have to help Frie here. By all rights all I have done is delay the mission my Patrol Leader is on. Yet I did it anyway because someone had to. Someone has to make the real hard choices. To cut off a limb that cannot be healed. To save the mother and loose the babe. To look your leader in the eye and tell him his stupid mission for whatever dumb tax is not as important as the life of a mouse in pain. Bry refocused on Peiter, speaking without thinking. I don't leave scars if I can help it because I want the mice I heal to know they will be alright. To not need a reminder of what laid them low. I don't need some pathetic one legged guard drop out to lecture me on what it means to be a healer. I'll come to you when I need to ask who made your leg to know when I need to replace one I had to remove from my patients.
Bry sighed. I won't lie there was a town that nearly convinced me the guard was pointless. Despite my best efforts they amounted to nothing in the end. The young mouse finished his examination, and leaned back to relax. But no. I should not be healing the sick. IF I am just doing that then I have lost. My goal is to prevent sickness. To help all mice regardless of who they are. The young mouse went over to tend to Frie and keep the older mouse cared for. That is why I left home to join it. You are going to be able to convince me I am wrong about this. I already helped far more people in the Guard than I could have out of it. I don't know much about the Matriarch or any of the politics that people are slinging around. I don't know why you left the Guard if you were ever in it. And frankly I don't care. Bry turned back to look Peiter in the eye. I have already dealt with crazed, half starved man in Sprucetuck who tried to have me executed because he didn't like that the Guard had shown up after a harsh winter that he failed to prepare his people for. What in the Territories makes you think you can turn me from the Guard when death couldn't. I don't know what you seem to have against us, but I joined to help and that is what I am doing. Don 't you dare try to shove your stupid political views down my throat. You don't know a damned thing about healing if you think healing the damned sick is why a mouse goes to learn it. Bry raised his voice before Peiter could reply. Because if thats what you think then you are the biggest idiot I have ever had the displeasure of facing. I help everyone, not just the sick. I stop sickness in its tracks, I don't fight an endless losing war against it.
Bry looks at Peiter and sighs. I do my best not to leave scars. There were complications in his treatment due the inept treatment he had gotten here. His leg had healed improperly due to it being incorrectly set. Several of his teeth were broken and infected necessitating their removal. So no. I don't leave the scars I want. I do my best to avoid leaving scars, I work to help other mice. Unfortunately it seems your towns medics made errors when it came to treating Frie here, happens to the best of us, and someone had to do something. Now sit down so I can examine you to see what else has been screwed up around here. The tenderpaw turned fully towards Peiter and waited for him to comply so he could begin a routine examination. I don't know why you are here or why you seem to be trying to analyze me but honestly I don't care. Since you were left with me I am going to treat you like another patient. Have you had any recent injuries I should know about? Any illnesses or allergies? I highly recommend you answer so I can make sure you are treated accordingly.
You know. Thinking about it if they want to go to war with the guard because no one in the town is willing to arrest a murderer some citizens arrest would be helpful.
Bry watched as Barton left. Bry gulped audibly as his fellow tenderpaw abandoned him. The young mouse knew he would have to rebreak Frie's leg, and was hoping the stronger, more combat focused mouse would be able to do it. Despite everything the young chestnut mouse was very uncomfortable hurting another being. Knocking teeth out to deal with an addiction and help Frie heal was one thing. But breaking a leg was something Bry still wasn't comfortable with. Sighing inwardly to himself, the young mouse had Frie lay down, breaking the leg as quickly as possible. He nearly vomited when he heard the crack. He mad a nice clean break, but his hands were shaking as he tried to brace the older mouses leg. Oh no...
Bry nods, and sits down to look at Frie's leg. Barton, mind helping me with this?
Bry maked sure to pack up his remaining medical supplies after the tooth removal. I will need to take a look at your leg in a little while, but I think I should wait until your mouth feels a bit better. I removed the broken teeth so that should clear up any pain from there. The young mouse looked over to his fellow counter part. How was the drink? Just want to check up. Have you had drinks before? Feeling any symptoms? Annoyed that I'm not giving you five seconds to catch your breath before checking on you?
Bry will take the time to remove any of Fries Broken teeth while Seyth does his job as the boss.
I don't speak turtle. I am just a healer, Bry comments, looking at Frie. I know its rough. While I haven't been stuck on such thing myself I know the symptoms. It'll feel worse before it feels better. But once you have gotten over it you will feel much better. There might be some pain every now an again when you strain yourself but you don't need a drug to stop that.
Hey. Apologies, just finished my finals for the semester.
Listen, Bry began. The more you rely on these drugs to help you with your pain the less they will do. I understand it is harsh but if you really want to be able to go around without relying on something that will kill you then you need to trust me.
Bry hesitates before responding. Look Frie you don't need it. Look at what it has done to you. I know of other methods that are safer that can accomplish the same thing.
Bry looks at the mouse, thinking of how easy it could be to use the addiction against him before his inner nature won out. Mr. Frie, Bry begins. It appears you have been taking too much opium. I understand it helps ease the pain, but they are not helping much. If I may ask have you had any nausea, constipation? Perhaps the same amount of opium no longer has the same effect and you need more to deal with the pain? I could help you wean yourself off the drug. It clearly isn't helping with your pain as much as it should. Likely a sign of building a tolerance. It is not a healthy cycle.
Bry looks at Dughlas after the battle. What I do is what I do. If you won't accept Lockhaven's charity, accept mine. Bry walks over to inspect the cut on Barton's cheek. Now shut up so I can get a look at you. And be nice, no one likes a a poor winner.
Bry raises an eyebrow looking at Dughlas. Let me get this straight, you are going onto the water with fish and alcohol but no fruit? Do you want your men to get sick and die?
Bry glares at the senior tenderpaw. Dammit Barton get over here now! I'm losing him! Bry returns his focus to the mostly dead mouse. He knows it would be better to run and hide. He didn't know if this Daye would listen to Seyth or not.He could be shot down by bows, unable to help anyone. He wanted to run. Yet as he looked at the mouse he realized he couldn't. He channeled his desire to run into focusing on the bandit. You will not die on me, do you understand?! he shouts, realizing he is only drawing more attention to himself. I won't let you die for any reason. Bry's hands tremble as he continues to procedure, realizing that without Midach's skill this could be next to impossible. The young mouse refused to stop, throwing aside everything his instincts were telling him and narrowing his focus on to this one mouse.
Bry arrives, and proceeds to try and save the bandit. Part of him knows it is too much for him, but he refuses to let that stop him. Barton quit screwing around. I need you!
Bry ducks out from cover and sticks his tongue out at Daye seeing that people are going for combat. I'm over here you glorified windbag!
Bry smiles as thoughts rage in his mind. Barton disapeered only to strike out against her archer, and possibly could be doing more.
Bry stays hidden, listening to whats going on. Dammit. If only I could fight He looks to Seyth. Should I mention we have one of her mice, and that the poor injured fool is currently in the hands of someone less caring than me?
Bry looks at Midach flatly. I'm so sorry Midach but it seems once again you have overestimated your own skills and thus put every other healer her beneath you in your own damn hubris. The younger mouse refused to step down, glaring at Midach. I already recognized the wound and planned on talking to him once he woke up. Yet it seems your own levels of skill have made sure you clearly forgot that some of us are competent enough to notice these things themselves. Bry took a breath before continuing what he was saying, unwilling to let Midach step away from this. Now I forget about you but I swore to help any mouse in need, instead of letting them sit around and die so you can gloat about how you saw something was wrong with his story. The only thing that should die here is your pride, I do not care how skilled you are. That does not give you the excuse to let any mouse bleed out. You are supposed to be a damned teacher, not someone who decides someone can suffer because their story was false. Bry shakes his head. If being like you is the cost of skill, I'll stay at my own level and help people. Good bye Midach. I'll be sure to inform Gwendolyn of the inconsistencies and what you were doing as opposed to healing. Oh and I'll talk with this mouse here when he comes to, this way I can be sure you aren't trying to use your skill to do something worse.
And I told you before Midach, Bry will reply without hesitation. That if there is a mouse who is injured I will do what I can unless someone is already looking at him.
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