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In all reality it was a stupid mistake that she felt quite stupid for making, even if she had little means of knowing such a thing would occur. Perhaps she should have been traveling with a partner, but she was simply making her way to the library and thought that she knew the path well enough to avoid any bumps or bruises. In all reality? She was, she knew the path and how the ground was layered on the way there, and it wasn't fully her fault, all things considered. What she ran into was not there before, and she had no way of telling it was there, and by the time she knew it was? It had already carved into the flesh of her arm, leaving a bloody gash that most certainly required medical attention.
Workers had been moving equipment and of it they had apparently been moving a device meant to cut things such as metal, wood, and various other objects- She wasn't exactly sure what it was and she most certainly did not stick around to ask. All she knew was that she had bumped into something that was sticking out at chest-height, above what her support cane would notice, and some sharp section of it had cut along her upper arm. When it occured, it hurt, and it hurt a great deal, a metal piece jamming into her side, only bruising her, but when her sensitive fingers touched to her arm and felt the obvious jagged gash and the welling wetness of blood, she hurriedly moved forward, her voice calling out through the sparsely populated halls for help in a somewhat panicked voice.
She was humorous enough about the situation to find some sense of comedy about the fact that it was one of the librarians she wished to speak to that had found her first, shortly after the initial injury, who had the good sense to know who to call and what to do, covering the wound with cloth and applying copious amounts of pressure. Thankfully he was quite aware of who she was and the circumstances of her sight, so she needed to do little more than show him her arm for him to know what the issue was. A few calls and more worried, doting voices later, she was being moved to another building. While she appreciated the concern there was the obvious disorienting fact of her being almost carried, though she could somewhat understand why, bloodloss could make one dizzy or delirious, but she wasn't losing that much blood, was she?
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Meanwhile Aras would have been notified of an incoming patient, something to fill her time. From what she would have told, the reason she was being brought in was a mix of two main reasons. The first was that the patient had sliced her arm on some equipment somewhere and needed stitches or some other procedure to help the wound properly heal, and the second being that other qualified and available medical practitioners were simply busy at the time. They could also grab someone else, but it would take time to bring them in as opposed to having Aras do something a bit less dire than outright surgery. The report that came in, relevant medical records of a seemingly healthy young human female, a poorly taken image of the bandaged and bloodied wound, standard information. Yet one thing that was odd and stood out was labeled as 'pre-existing conditions,' which simply listed 'Complete blindness.'
From what the people escorting her had told her as they made sure her makeshift bandages were quite enough,they were close, especially as they began to excuse her past people and through various doors. She often considered herself quite independent, but she would most likely need to call someone to come fetch her, wouldn't she? She wasn't quite sure of where she was or how to get back, but it seemed as if she may have to cancel her library visit for the day.
In all reality it was a stupid mistake that she felt quite stupid for making, even if she had little means of knowing such a thing would occur. Perhaps she should have been traveling with a partner, but she was simply making her way to the library and thought that she knew the path well enough to avoid any bumps or bruises. In all reality? She was, she knew the path and how the ground was layered on the way there, and it wasn't fully her fault, all things considered. What she ran into was not there before, and she had no way of telling it was there, and by the time she knew it was? It had already carved into the flesh of her arm, leaving a bloody gash that most certainly required medical attention.
Workers had been moving equipment and of it they had apparently been moving a device meant to cut things such as metal, wood, and various other objects- She wasn't exactly sure what it was and she most certainly did not stick around to ask. All she knew was that she had bumped into something that was sticking out at chest-height, above what her support cane would notice, and some sharp section of it had cut along her upper arm. When it occured, it hurt, and it hurt a great deal, a metal piece jamming into her side, only bruising her, but when her sensitive fingers touched to her arm and felt the obvious jagged gash and the welling wetness of blood, she hurriedly moved forward, her voice calling out through the sparsely populated halls for help in a somewhat panicked voice.
She was humorous enough about the situation to find some sense of comedy about the fact that it was one of the librarians she wished to speak to that had found her first, shortly after the initial injury, who had the good sense to know who to call and what to do, covering the wound with cloth and applying copious amounts of pressure. Thankfully he was quite aware of who she was and the circumstances of her sight, so she needed to do little more than show him her arm for him to know what the issue was. A few calls and more worried, doting voices later, she was being moved to another building. While she appreciated the concern there was the obvious disorienting fact of her being almost carried, though she could somewhat understand why, bloodloss could make one dizzy or delirious, but she wasn't losing that much blood, was she?
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Meanwhile Aras would have been notified of an incoming patient, something to fill her time. From what she would have told, the reason she was being brought in was a mix of two main reasons. The first was that the patient had sliced her arm on some equipment somewhere and needed stitches or some other procedure to help the wound properly heal, and the second being that other qualified and available medical practitioners were simply busy at the time. They could also grab someone else, but it would take time to bring them in as opposed to having Aras do something a bit less dire than outright surgery. The report that came in, relevant medical records of a seemingly healthy young human female, a poorly taken image of the bandaged and bloodied wound, standard information. Yet one thing that was odd and stood out was labeled as 'pre-existing conditions,' which simply listed 'Complete blindness.'
From what the people escorting her had told her as they made sure her makeshift bandages were quite enough,they were close, especially as they began to excuse her past people and through various doors. She often considered herself quite independent, but she would most likely need to call someone to come fetch her, wouldn't she? She wasn't quite sure of where she was or how to get back, but it seemed as if she may have to cancel her library visit for the day.