It was a strange concoction of sedatives, aloe vera, and just a touch of nightshade to dull the pain. "Oh, quit buggerin' would ya?" Cartwright said and he walked over to her administrations and knelt at her knee. "This one is quite nasty, yup. Who'd you piss off anyhow? Never mind, I don't wanna know. Ain't no business of mine, ayup. Look, ya gotta get a wad of it and cake it on there. None of that dilly dally, sissy stuff. I'm an apothecary, not a babysitter, eh? Damn."
Cartwright stood up and moved out toward the shelves on the side before pulling some dried leaves from the rafters at the top and grinding them into a mortar and pestle. He powdered it into the bandages he had pulled out and moved back to her. "Ya can't walk or run on this thing for at least a good month, yup," he grumbled. "Looks like I might have to splint it. Hope yer not a screamer."