Do You Want To Heal A Snowman? (Open)

"No, Brin, It's not fine. You're hurt, and you need attention. Now Lay down, so they can examine you." Adella snapped. Adella closed her eyes, and sighed. "Sorry. I'm just used to telling people what to do."

Adella sighed. Adella grabbed the nectar from Bin, and then practically slammed the bottle onto the table next to her, out of Brin's reach. "Sorry. I'm just frustrated."

I had been tending to my incredibly sick friend Finn when I heard someone come into the infirmary and yell for help. The voice sounded like my cousin Adella. Was she hurt? I hoped not. I held a finger up to my mouth, to indicate Finn to be quiet. I hated having to keep her sickness a secret, but I couldn't risk anyone finding out about her and telling Chiron or Mr D. She weakly nodded in understanding and closed her lazy bloodshot eyes. I stepped out from the shaded curtains we had her bed hidden behind with a heavy heart. I scanned the room and saw my cousin and another girl. The girl had already been showed to a bed by one of my half siblings. I felt a tinge of relief that it wasn't Adella in the bed, but worry washed over me like a wave I hadn't braced myself to surf for the girl on the bed.
"Hi. What happened?" I asked rushing over to the bed, grabbing a wet towel to wash my hands with in case Finns sickness could be transferred by germs, which we had learned wasn't a great possibility, but we knew it could be transferred by mixing DNA. I missed my half sister Roxy so much these days. She had taught me many things that came in handy with healing Finn, but she was so much better at this sort of stuff than I was. I tried to be confident in myself. Usually all campers needed was a bit of ambrosia and they'd be back to their normal selves. But my heart raced with nerves every time a different patient came through that door. How did Roxy deal with it? I looked up at Adella for her explanation as to what was wrong with the blonde girl laying on the bed.

Brinley just looked over to Adella and glared at her. "Really Adella? I can handle myself, thank you very much. I don't need a medic."
Then a medic walked in. Oh, just Brinleys luck.
As Adella rambled on and on about Brins condition, Brinley studied the medic, but Brin must've been losing too much blood or going into shock, blue cause the only thing she could think was. "Why is a child of the sun goddess healing me? Isn't that Chirons job?"
It was getting harder and harder for Brin to stay conscious, but she tried to stay awake so Adella wouldn't worry.

Brinley just nodded, an effort that took twice the amount of energy then it should have. Brinley knew it was going to hurt - she had seen and escorted plenty of kids who had lost a bet or fallen out of a tree to the infirmary. Brinley had heard it all - the screams, the shouts, the tears. Brin had never experienced it, of course. Until now, and Brinley was not prepared. The medic, who Brin knew not his name, only that he somehow knew Adella, pressed down on the tender area. Even though. She was healing, it still felt like it had been punched. Brinley let out a very-audible gasp that was a little mixed screech, like a cat being pushed off of a fence. "Yeah, that's where it hurts!" Brin hissed through closed teeth. She wasn't trying to be rude, just the pain was blocking her usual performance.

I flinched back when she reacted to the pain, not wanting to hold my hand there and put her in more.
"Alright, it's okay," I said. I wondered if the ambrosia was working yet. I wanted her to sit up so I could wrap the wound in bandages to properly hold it. I knew that broken ribs would ultimately heal itself over time. All Brinley needed was some ambrosia by her side at all times. I couldn't give her anymore at the moment. I didn't want it to explode her body. "How's the ambrosia working? Can you move?" I asked softly. I could tell she was incredibly tired and weak due to the pain, and I didn't want to make it any worse for her, but keeping the wound tightly wrapped would ultimately result in more relief of the pain on her part.