Winifreds fingers were slippery with blood, shaking her head.
"Theres no time, I have to stop the bleeding," heart pounding she took various metal tools from her bag. Her magic lent her a much clearer image of how the body worked. It wasnt working now of course, but she'd been a doctor and healer for so long...
This was much worse than yesterday.
"Please," she breathed, "Leif," her voice was steady and she gave a relieved sigh when the men came rushing back. Maybe there was time. The servants moved the Duke onto the plank.
"I need him in the brightest room," she commanded and she put her slippery bloody tools away and rushed after them.
Things were situated, but he was going cold. The wound was still bleeding. Threading a needle she got cloths to soak up the blood, made the poor shaky pale made use metal tools to hold open the wound.
Winifred worked quietly and carefully stitching uo the hurts. It was enchanted. To promote healing and stave off infection but would it work? Would it even work? The final draw of stitching was down and Winifred covered the ragged looking wound.
His heart was still beating but it was slow. His flesh was cold and clammy. Winifred sat back, hands still wet, resting them on her legs. He could still pass. Without her magic to help him he could still pass. Go to his wife. Winifred took a careful little breath and wiped at her eyes with her forearm before going and quickly cleaning her hands.
"We should get him somewhere comfortable. I dont know if i was fast enough," because hes a damn mordecai. Why did he have to be a mordecai? The burley servants picked up the plank of wood gently and brought the duke to the nearest bedroom - she wasnt sure which, she just followed and placing him on the bed she watched him for a time. Listening to his breathing before she fell asleep, seated on a chair but her head and arms on the pillow beside his head.