Draven's eyes went wide when he heard the horse beside his give a start, and he turned to watch in horror as his brother's eyes rolled back and his body shifted, wilted and dropped off the saddle.
"Laighean!" he halted the beast, slipping from the saddle quickly and was at his brother's side quicker than lighting.
"Laighean!" and he cradled him, shaking him lightly, heart racing within his chest as his eyes went to his wound. "Guardian, please dont' let us be late."
Returning to the horse, he scooped up his brother, draping him across his lap before giving the horse a heavy kick, it's hooves tearing across the ground.
To Draven, it felt like ages before they got to the town, but as they did he shouted out, asking for a doctor. A few townsmen pointed the way, and with a gracious, hurried thanks, the horse tore across the ground, galloping them to the other side to a quaint, wood and brick building. The symbol of a doctor was shown across the front, and Draven was quick to tether the horse.
"Fiona, help me," he instructed as the pair brought Laighean inside- completely startling the doctor within.
He was an old man, with a crick in his neck, a hunch to his stance, and a bald head with wisps of white gnarling at the ends in tufts, just above his large ears. Age spots dotted his flesh, and wrinkles sagged them, and his beard was thinning and gristled as he blinked his blue-grey eyes at the bare, exposing a relative few remaining teeth he had.
"Landsakes! WHat's going on?" and his eyes went wide as Draven placed Laighean on a nearby bed. "I say! This man has been wounded."
"An arrow wound," Draven informed. "Can you help him?" he asked, eyes tearing away from hsi brother as he knelt at his side. "We haven't the coin, but we can pay you back in any means you ask."
The doctor gave a wave of his old, large hand and moved forward.
"Now, now, payment later Let me inspect the boy."
Working to remove Laighean's shirt, it was discarded and the wound examined. The old man rubbed his chin.
"He's lost a lot of blood."
Draven grew anxious. "What can be done? What can we do?" His eyes flickered to Fiona briefly, then back to the old man.
"Let me place some cotton tot he wound, some salve and pressure. Got to stop the bleeding before he runs dry. Then... well.."t he old man shrugged. "Then we pray."