Eighty-six! discussion

For those that need it. The medication is limited but it might save someone.

Faith walked into what looked like a Camp holding her side and made her way over to what looked like an Infirmary, She was thinking about how to Sneak in, grab a Needle, thread and a Bandage and sneak out to heal herself, She looked down at the gash on her side, It wasn't deep really, but it was long, and she knew she'd need to sew it up, She looked around wary about other people though she'd been alone for a long while.

Conner was inside the Imfirmary. He doubted that he was going to get his arm any better than it was. he had cut it against a stone, and even after a week, it was slowly healing. He sat down, then saw a girl at the entrance.

Faith pulled up her shirt and looked at the wound and took a Needle and thread and started sewing herself up, She glanced around and saw Conner and looked back down and continued sewing up the gash in her side.

"You okay" He finally said to her. He vaguely knew her, Faith was her name, but this was the first time they had spoken. "I mean, do you need help?" He asked her again.

"I might need a little help" She said hating that she had to ask, She tilted her body so she could see but she couldn't see the gash on her abdomen, At least not so she could sew it up, She sighed and made her way over to Conner and handed him the needle.

He studied the wound, checking it over, slightly parting it to check how deep it is, then he slowly starting sewing. After a few minutes, he was done, and had finished by knotting it up. "There" He said, looking over it again. "Faith, right?" He asked

"Yeah, and Your Conner?" She asked cutting the thread before putting bandages over her wound and pulling her shirt down to cover it. "Thanks for the help" She said unsure where to put the needle. She knew she'd have to Sterilize it before it could be used again.

"Yeah, thats me" he said. He smiled when she thanked him. "Your welcome, Ive done a few needles in my time" He said, pulling his shirt over his wound on his arm. That could wait. "How long have you been here?" He asked, knowing that he had seen her around.

"Not long, Few weeks maybe, Let me have a look at that" She said gesturing to his arm. She'd seen the injury there and wanted to see if it'd need stitches so it could heal.

He pulled up his sleeve, to show the gash that had happened. "It is slowly healing, but not that much" He said. "I need some sort of antiseptic" He looked around the room, still keeping his arm out for her. He rarely knew her, but trusted her.

Faith nodded and gently pressed against the skin on his arms before looking around, She found a jar of antiseptic Cream and grabbed it and some bandages, before walking back over to him, Taking his arm n her hand she applied the cream and wrapped his arm.

He retaliated agains the touch of the cream slightly, being the only thing that had touched the wound, but he then stood still, watching her work. His arm was done, and he pulled his sleeve over it. "Thank you" He then said

"Your welcome" Faith said with a nod and a slight smile putting the lid back on the cream she turned and put it back where she'd found it so it'd be easy for the medic to find it.

"Faith" he repeated. "Huh, that's a really nice name" he said. "I guess whenever in battle, people rely on you?" He said with a slight chuckle. He looked over at her, with a smile printed across his face.

Faith rolled her eyes. "Like I never heard that before." She said amused as she watched him smile.

"Ah well, I tried my best" he shrugged, still smiling. He then looked at her, then spoke his thoughts."this is the first time I've seen you yet I feel I've known you for a long time" he tilted his head at her.

Faith nodded at that, "I don't know how, though, This is the first I met you" She said quirking a brow at him.

"We seem to have...just a lot in common" he said. "Although I know nothing about you" he raise an eyebrow back, mimicking her actions.

"My parents were Rebels, And they taught me how to fight and defend myself as well as how to fix up injuries, I taught myself how to hunt. Oh and as of now I'm just fine being single" Faith said with a shrug.

"I wasn't implanting that we should be..." He started, but thought better of it and stopped. "Well, anyway, I'll see you around." He started walking out the door.

"You need any help? Or company?" She asked him still wanting him to be her friend.

"Yeah, you're the only person I've met here" he said. "I guess we could be friends" he said, approaching her. "Faith, I'm Conner" he joked

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Faith chuckled at what he'd said and smirked. "So you have anything you need help with?" She asked.

"Nope, I'm all done" he said. "Do you want to go for a walk in the mountains?" He asked.

Faith shrugged before nodding, "Yeah okay" She said

Conner walked to the door. "After you" he said.

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Faith walked back into the Infirmary and looked around for something, Anything, She needed to change her bandages and redo her stitches having pulled some when she was hunting. She rifled through the inventory and pulled out a Needle and some more thread along with yet another bandage.

James entered the tent; he had just gotten word that a young woman had been spotted entering the infirmary. He didn't mind, but wanted to be there just in case something happened. "Hello?" he said hesitantly.

Faith lifted her shirt and looked at the bandages that had blood on them.

James shrugged. Maybe no one was in here, after all. He was about to leave when he suddenly spotted movement in the corner of the tent: a young woman, whose torso seemed to be wrapped in blood-soaked bandages. He cleared his throat, so that she would know he was there. "Need any help with that?"

Faith looked up and nodded, as she worked on unwrapping her wound, After she looked at it she realized she'd have to redo most of her stitches.

James made his way over to the woman, after she nodded. He dug around in one of his nearby drawers, and extracted a sterilized needle, disinfectant, a small blob of cotton, and a spool of thin, black thread.

"There's a Needle I put in some Alcohol to clean it" Faith said to him, looking him over she found him Very attractive. She smiled a little and looked away shyly, hiding her face and the emerging blush.

James nodded seriously. "Good thinking," he told her. He reached into the drawer once more, retrieving a small bottle containing local anesthesia. "What is your name?" he asked. "I keep a record of visits to the infirmary, so that I can keep track of patients."

"My name's Faith, Faith Lehane" She told him with a blush. looking around, "Anesthesia doesn't work very well on me. just stitch it up" Faith said with a shrug.

"Nice name. I'm James Barnes," he told her, replacing the bottle in the drawer. He nodded once. "In that case, I'll get right down to business." He threaded the needle, double-checking the width of the thread before doing so. "Are you okay with black?" he questioned.

"Just fine with Black, It's a Wicked color" Faith said looking at him as she held her shirt up so he could access her wound. She looked at him, then into his Green eyes, He was incredibly handsome,

Jessica Biel wrote: ""Just fine with Black, It's a Wicked color" Faith said looking at him as she held her shirt up so he could access her wound. She looked at him, then into his Green eyes, He was incredibly handsome,"

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James nodded. "Alright. Just give me a moment, please." He pulled two pins out of his pocket, and reached over, pinning her shirt up so that neither he nor she would have to hold it. This way, the wound was much more accessible.

Faith leaned back a little more so that James could reach her wound. "Your quite attractive" She complimented him with a smile. She looked down shyly and blushed.

James tilted his head slightly. "Oh, er... thank you, Faith. You're rather pretty yourself," he replied, not knowing how to respond.

Faith smiled and blushed. running a hand through her hair and leaned back and looked around shyly. She looked at James then down at her wound. Holding still so he could sew it up for her.

James paused. "Well, I supposed I'll get down to business now." He positioned the needle over the end of Faith's wound. "Just let me know when you're ready.

"Whenever you are" Faith said watching him, She knew she probably shouldn't, that it might make him nervous but she wanted to see how he did. She glanced around at everything knowing what a few of the things were. But not everything.