FALLEN ANGEL | joining

luckily, there was a nurse in the general idea. unluckily, this nurse was also drunk.

he came at the call of 'somebody help' since he was now an ambulance on paws. he was completely and totally unlicensed to do this despite his title, and yet he still came. why? there was some innate desire in him... to prove himself. he saw the sight and knew what was wrong- something with that leg, surely. he had duct-taped a broken fanny pack to his neck for easy access to the herbs inside (he was a cat and had no thumbs) and he opened the pouch only to find that he had shoved useless weeds and plants in it in a drunken stupor, thinking he had been gathering actual herbs.

damn it. luckily, he had also packed poppy seeds - he knew them well, he was kind of addicted- and bandages, so he could actually do something. "hey, uh.. eat these, it'll hurt less." he instructed, voice slurring. he put the poppy seeds next to her so she could just stick her tongue and lap them up, and he started to bandage her cuts. he knew nayru would have liked him to put some poultice on it, but he had no marigold and certainly wasn't sober enough to chew up some herbs and spit it out on her. the bandage work was sloppy but it worked, hopefully stopping her from bleeding out. something dawned in malphas. he liked this job. he could smell blood all he wanted. "you're in..." he paused to hiccup. "awesome hands."