"." An involuntary cry escaped Hanna's lips as she watched Firefly soar through the air from the bear's back. The beast had finally fallen after rearing to his hind legs once more, his lifeblood seeping from the many wounds on his neck and body. She collected her medical pack, then glanced from one girl to the other, to Svara, then Firefly, trying to decide who to help first.
Her decision was not long in coming. The problems were equally large, mostly because of the pregnancy. However, Svara had lost and was still losing a fairly large amount of blood, and unlike Mew, Hanna did not have a viable donor to replace that blood. The female would be weak for a long time provided she recovered. However, Hanna took the time to go to Firefly's side and draw up a dose of the morphine that she had earlier put in her satchel in case of times such as these. From what she'd read, the analgesic would dull the pain quickly without harming the pups.
Hanna scoured Firefly's body for any hidden injuries, and then dashed back to Svara. She had deep lacerations in her right shoulder, near to the bone, similar cuts on her back, though not as deep, and a worrisome trio of slashes across her right cheek. It was these that Hanna tended to first, after dosing Svara with a lesser dose of morphine to lessen the pain that the stitches would cause. She changed out the syringe used to do this, and as with Firefly, injected the opiate into the great vein in Svara's upper and inner thigh, where she found the pulse strongest.
Out of the satchel came sterilized horsehair for thread and a sterilized bone needle. With a fairly practiced hand from sitting and doing this outside an emergency, Hanna knotted the hair and threaded it through the needle's eye. Cautiously, holding Svara's face with one hand, the dark medic stitched back and forth, sealing the gashes closed. Once the cuts were closed, Hanna took a closer look at the eye that was so close to being ripped from its socket. It looked alright, like there would be no damage, and Hanna hoped that was the case.
She moved onto Svara's shoulder and then to her back, closing the wounds and ceasing the bleeding. She went over each spot with a fresh alcohol pad to try to keep it clean, and then gathered several sturdy pine branches to form a litter. A leather thong from her satchel bound the wood. Despairing that she didn't have ten hands, Hanna cried out loudly for Slay and Haku, needing their manly assistance. Then she turned back to Firefly.
Morphine won't hurt Firefly's pups