Kayûm Kratha
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There are many things in life you must do- and sharing her catnip was NOT one of them.
Kayûm silently prayed this at the soldier claimed his wish for a drink. The gold plated lady said she could go ahead and help the man who had just tried to pry the price out.
“Good- Cause you are kriffin gonna die if you pull it out by yourself” She scolded him as she stood, making sure her bag was not moved from its imperative place in front of her.
She knelt down besides the man and took out the medkit- listening to the mercenary remark how they all would like a drink. She sighed wearily- why, why must they want her precious.
Taking her thoughts away to the precious bottle in her bag, she pulled out the medkit and took a look at the remaining content. Mentally calculating- she discovered that she only had enough painkiller for one of the injured. Looking up to the heavens she muttered a cry in felacat- yes. The cruel universe had turned on her. With the others no doubt looking at her like she was a lunatic (they were) she explained as she started unloading.
“I only have enough painkiller for one of you- and maybe not even that.”
She could hear the tinkling of the bottle in her bag. Returning back to her patient she touched the scrap metal gently- reaching out into the Force to assess how deep it is. It definitely pierced the rib cage, and most likely the lunge too. Bleeding would be a problem- but that’s where the Force came in. Kayûm was slightly ashamed when she felt a pang if dismay at the fact he COULD indeed drink when needed.
She nodded when the gold plated lady took control and said there plan. Her feline ears could easily pick up the last part also- and she nodded her agreement before turning to ‘Mr Tin can’.
“Do you want me to sedate you, and pump you with painkiller? Or do you wish to watch?”
You would be surprised how many did want to watch- that’s where catnip came in. She glanced longingly at her bag.
Oh what would I give,
To even take a swig
Or even just a sip
Of my delicious catnip
Kayûm silently prayed this at the soldier claimed his wish for a drink. The gold plated lady said she could go ahead and help the man who had just tried to pry the price out.
“Good- Cause you are kriffin gonna die if you pull it out by yourself” She scolded him as she stood, making sure her bag was not moved from its imperative place in front of her.
She knelt down besides the man and took out the medkit- listening to the mercenary remark how they all would like a drink. She sighed wearily- why, why must they want her precious.
Taking her thoughts away to the precious bottle in her bag, she pulled out the medkit and took a look at the remaining content. Mentally calculating- she discovered that she only had enough painkiller for one of the injured. Looking up to the heavens she muttered a cry in felacat- yes. The cruel universe had turned on her. With the others no doubt looking at her like she was a lunatic (they were) she explained as she started unloading.
“I only have enough painkiller for one of you- and maybe not even that.”
She could hear the tinkling of the bottle in her bag. Returning back to her patient she touched the scrap metal gently- reaching out into the Force to assess how deep it is. It definitely pierced the rib cage, and most likely the lunge too. Bleeding would be a problem- but that’s where the Force came in. Kayûm was slightly ashamed when she felt a pang if dismay at the fact he COULD indeed drink when needed.
She nodded when the gold plated lady took control and said there plan. Her feline ears could easily pick up the last part also- and she nodded her agreement before turning to ‘Mr Tin can’.
“Do you want me to sedate you, and pump you with painkiller? Or do you wish to watch?”
You would be surprised how many did want to watch- that’s where catnip came in. She glanced longingly at her bag.
Oh what would I give,
To even take a swig
Or even just a sip
Of my delicious catnip