Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546/@comment-24296957-20140508235950

Triste stood down. They were gone. She breathed a sigh of relief, but was brought back by the sound of Tanner collapsing to the floor. She ran over to him, his left arm limp as she rested his head on her chest.

"Dammit, Tanner," Triste said quietly as she eyed him up and down. "you could've gotten yourself killed." She tenderly touched his arm.

"This is going to hurt."

Triste ripped open his sleeve, propping his arm up with her own. She felt Tanner wince in pain, but he remained silent. She looked down at him with compasionate eyes and kissed him.

"Thank you for being viligant, Tanner." She flexed his arm slightly, gently pushing on it to feel for broken bones. None, which was good. She didn't have stitches to close his bleeding wound...which never looked like it healed right.

That's odd... Triste thought. ''When did he get that? It looks like...a claw slash.''  She shook her head. Being STAR's medic, she knew her way around wounds and had a field kit always tucked away. She pulled out an antiseptic wipe, cleaned his wound, and bandaged him up. After it was said and done, she took a moment to check her wrapping and lightly kissed it. She smiled at Tanner.

"Bone bruise, you should be okay." Triste helped Tanner up and moved him to the steps of the throne. There, they sat together. Triste gazed around the room, waiting for Tanner's next move.