((OOC: this is all well and fine LongN4
Cytherea was getting ready to turn in for the night when a frantic knocking came at her door. This was always the beginning of a long night. She opened the door quickly, “Bring him inside and lay him next to the fire.” The two men brought their brother who had been stabbed. The man was obviously unconscious, and lost large amounts of blood, but nothing she had not seen before.
The two young men in a frantic did what Cytherea said. She never asked what happened, she usually didn’t want to know, she just healed the wounded. Cytherea removed the remainder of the man’s tunic. It was ripped already. After that another knock came at the door. It was a man and a very pregnant woman about to give birth. Her gown soaked so it was obvious her water had already broken. Still Cytherea bade them entrance as she asked the man to lay his wife on her bed. The men whose brother was stabbed looked at Cytherea as she did rounds. Going back and forth from their brother and the woman giving birth. She gave instructions to the lady’s husband. “I need you to take you hands and keep them here.” The man looked scared to death. “You want my hands where?” Cytherea rolled her eyes, “It’s obvious you have touched her there before, what makes this any different? Keep you hands here.” She then turned to the woman, my dear I need you to breathe your too late for my numbing herbs. She pulled a cedar stick from behind her bed. She placed it between the lady’s teeth. “You’re going to bite down on this you hear? Now push.” The men whose brother was coming too. “Cytherea, Jessie is waking.” Cytherea rushed to kneel at the man’s side and pulled a poker from the wooden box and placed it in the fire. She dumped water over the man’s chest. She cleaned the wound. It was deep, She ushered the brother closest to her to take the clothe she handed him and keep pressure here. The man did what he was told. She then went back over to the woman breathing and a scared man afraid to touch his wife.
“Move you worthless hope, she ushered the husband aside as she took place of him. Putting her hand between the woman’s legs, she lifted the woman’s dress, the husband making a protest, “ Now’s not the time for modesty my dear, what’s your name, making conversation was one way to keep the birthing mother at ease and occupied.” “Elizabeth McCray… ohhhh!” Cytherea, nodded and laughed, pushed Elizabeth McCray, your crowning. Pushhhh! One more, that’s it! Soon enough a slippery baby girl was in Cytherea’s hands and she offered the husband to cut the umbilical cord. His denial was evident. She took the dagger and soon the babe was free of mommy. Giving the baby a good wack to the behind. After she cleared the airway. Once the shrill, high-pitch of the little ones life rang through out the cottage. She cleaned her off and placed a clotting agent on the babe’s belly button. Then wrapped her in one of her wool blankets and handed her off to her mommy. “Well done Elizabeth McCray, well done. Sorry to say you’ve more guts then your other half, Cytherea added in humor for them. The man didn’t laugh though. But Elizabeth choked back a smile. Lie backs my dear I’ll be right back.” She then went back to the three men. The one lieing on the floor contious but dizzy. She kneeled by his side. Her forehead wrinkled as she pulled the poke from the fire. She looked at the two others, One man already had leather abound the mans mouth keeping sure the tongue wasn’t going backwards. “ I need you to keep him still” She removed the man’s hand from the clotting stab wound on his chest. “This is going to hurt you more than it hurts me I’m afraid. Without any a dew she placed the poker to cauterize the wound. A harsh sizzle and smell of cooking flesh filled the room. The man was already growling. “I am so, sorry for this.” Cytherea said as she reapplied the poker then removed it from him. Nodding for the two men to remove the leather.
Working later on in the night after Cytherea made sure that the McCray’s were okay to go home, she never gave a price, they just left what they felt necessary on the table. Then the three brother’s left carrying their now mended but still uncontious/contious brother home. He would be just fine other wise she wouldn’t of let them leave. The sun was right over head just as she finished cleaning up, Cytherea was weary but satisfied of a job well done. When the pressure was on was when she shined the most. Like she knows they will want her when they need her. She made new arrangements of her bed cleaning and drying her mattress and flipping it over. She didn’t take time to change she just collapsed on the bed and went to sleep.