"You're in the bar, son, upstairs," Jack calls. "Seems you've tripped your way into a bit of trouble -- don't you worry, we'll see it sorted out. Just sit still--"
He leaves Norrington on the floor and dashes to the bed, pulling a sheet from it and then returning quickly. Jack crouches down once more, tearing the sheet into strips as he mutters,
"Hang on, mate. Don't even think about doing anything else, d'you hear me? Hang on, we'll get you some more better help as soon as you're patched up a bit."
As he talks he's pulling a wide strip around Norrington's body. Jack layers a folded bundle from the torn sheet over the slash and presses down, then ties it firmly in place with more torn pieces.
"That should hold you for a few minutes until I can get a sawbones up here. Dammit, man--"
Beaded braids clatter as Jack throws a quick look around the room, then stands and hurries back to Wellard.
"Can you stand, son? We've got to get you out of here."
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Date: 2006-10-22 11:05 pm (UTC)He leaves Norrington on the floor and dashes to the bed, pulling a sheet from it and then returning quickly. Jack crouches down once more, tearing the sheet into strips as he mutters,
"Hang on, mate. Don't even think about doing anything else, d'you hear me? Hang on, we'll get you some more better help as soon as you're patched up a bit."
As he talks he's pulling a wide strip around Norrington's body. Jack layers a folded bundle from the torn sheet over the slash and presses down, then ties it firmly in place with more torn pieces.
"That should hold you for a few minutes until I can get a sawbones up here. Dammit, man--"
Beaded braids clatter as Jack throws a quick look around the room, then stands and hurries back to Wellard.
"Can you stand, son? We've got to get you out of here."