some part of him felt embarrassed to be discovered by Mahler, covered in muck of frozen plants that served better as mud than anything worth training with.
i wanted to practice...
he admittedly softly as he followed the older medic. i didn't think it'd be smart to practice with your supplies in the dead of winter but...lesson learned.
his own tools.
his own stash.
it all felt...so official. it tickled him with affection as he watched mahler divide the stores, uncertain what words were appropriate when the older man did so much for him.
sheepishly, the question tumbled forth from him.
will i need to make my own pharmacy too?
briefly he looked to the empty shelves and then mahler handed him the new bundles. with delicate care, the pinne sought to set up his own shelves. any plants for pain were set on the highest shelf. the ones he recognized to be for cleaning on the middle shelf. finally the calming would be placed on the lowest shelf. some...thoughtful order of their inherent danger levels.
finally,
test them how?
he asked in a soft hum as he made sure his new bundles were in proper order.
up to u to decide what happens!
mahler returned the original bundles to their original places. when he turned to see the boy's work, he nodded approvingly toward the organization already displayed. "testing medicine is rather controversial. some place their herbs out for rabbits to eat. others test on themselves."
"i test something by setting it out." he demonstrated with a odd yellow leaf, which he placed on a flat place in the pharmacy. mahler strode out to take a mouthful of snow, and placed it in a pile next to the leaf. he then put the object into the snow. "if it bleeds, it is ready to be mixed into medicine. if it does not, it is unripe, and consumption vill sicken somevone."
rabbits. themselves.
the young medic was not certain he liked either option very much. although it seemed he would, once again, be saved by mahler. the elder did something else entirely.
he watched as an odd leaf was placed upon the snow. it would either bleed or it would not. if it did not? he was quickly informed it would sicken somebody. which was the opposite of what he wished for.
he waited, patient and watchful. as if he might take his eyes off and miss it entirely. only nothing ever happened. even as the moments ticked by under his curious gaze. finally, when he felt certain he wouldn't miss anything, he looked towards mahler.
i don't think it's ripe,
a pause as he looked back towards the leaf. what is it?