06-17-2017, 11:06 AM
It was hard to tell how much time had gone by when Odin woke up. The sun had sunk far into the sky but had not quite set. He blinked his eyes and tried to sit-up, which caused the world to spin. A terrible pain shot up his leg and through his entire body, leaving him breathless. Careful not to jar anything, he glanced down. His right leg lay at an impossible angle with bone piercing the skin. He looked at it dispassionately; the shock prevented him from understanding what he was seeing. Without thinking, he casually tried to move his leg back into a more conventional position. He was out cold again before the pain even registered in his mind.
When Odin woke up again, he was in a cold sweat. His entire body ached, and his stomach grumbled. His bag with the rations was at the top of the cliff, which probably didn’t matter since there was little chance he could keep anything down.
Before he could do anything, he had to set his leg. He wasn’t looking forward to it, but there was little choice. Luckily, he had fallen through the branches of a tree on the way down and sticks were scattered everywhere. He took a small one and wrapped a piece of cloth from his cloak around it. Then he placed it between his teeth and bit down. It took him a few seconds to hype himself up, but he got there and managed to move his leg to where it needed to be. Muffled screams filled the air, sending birds flying, and he just barely hung onto consciousness this time.
When his heart rate settled down and the fog in his mind cleared. He set about grabbing some longer, stronger sticks nearby. He placed them around his leg and used more strips from his cloak to bind them in place. It was a painful process, but he made himself go slow and do it right. It would only mean trouble otherwise.
After a short rest, he set about on his next highest priority: Getting out of there in case the crazed wizard came looking for him. He used his spear as a crutch and moved downhill into the lowlands. He came across a farm and took shelter in one of the out buildings. Getting to a shelter for real medical supplies and, hopefully, some water was the next plan of action, but he needed to rest.
When Odin woke up again, he was in a cold sweat. His entire body ached, and his stomach grumbled. His bag with the rations was at the top of the cliff, which probably didn’t matter since there was little chance he could keep anything down.
Before he could do anything, he had to set his leg. He wasn’t looking forward to it, but there was little choice. Luckily, he had fallen through the branches of a tree on the way down and sticks were scattered everywhere. He took a small one and wrapped a piece of cloth from his cloak around it. Then he placed it between his teeth and bit down. It took him a few seconds to hype himself up, but he got there and managed to move his leg to where it needed to be. Muffled screams filled the air, sending birds flying, and he just barely hung onto consciousness this time.
When his heart rate settled down and the fog in his mind cleared. He set about grabbing some longer, stronger sticks nearby. He placed them around his leg and used more strips from his cloak to bind them in place. It was a painful process, but he made himself go slow and do it right. It would only mean trouble otherwise.
After a short rest, he set about on his next highest priority: Getting out of there in case the crazed wizard came looking for him. He used his spear as a crutch and moved downhill into the lowlands. He came across a farm and took shelter in one of the out buildings. Getting to a shelter for real medical supplies and, hopefully, some water was the next plan of action, but he needed to rest.
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