You stand there, looking down upon the barely conscious form of Lada, rested down into a medical bed. A surgeon tends to her, poking at the brutal wound in her upper arm.
Lada was rested down by the surgeon into an unoccupied cot, and you catch a glimpse of the extent of her injury. The extent of her lost blood. The surgeon cuts away the sleeve of her dress to expose the wound.
You sit down at her side, unsure what to do. You have experience in wound treatment, but decide against assisting the surgeon unprompted. You aren't entirely close enough to Lada to know how to comfort her, either.
There's no arrow lodged in her arm. The arrow tore completely through. A bloody hole has been punched through the outer section of arm, just above her elbow. What appears to be a makeshift tourniquet is wrapped around her upper arm, constructed from scraps of her dress and the bloody arrow shaft that was shot through her.
The surgeon slowly begins to loosen the tourniquet. Lada's head rears back as she lets out a loud cry of agony. You wince, having seen just how awful a tourniquet can feel many times in The War.
But if the tourniquet isn't removed, the arm may be lost.
Next