The Sunspire Patch Adams

It was not often that Hyacinth came across a girl so difficult that it made her temper flare. Why would the girl come here if she wasn't going to follow the instructions given? And the cold shoulder plus attitude was not something that Hyacinth had earned or deserved. "My name is Hyacinth, Not Medic." she said tone now significantly less nice, bordering in icy. She turned and grabbed the proper dosage of Horsetail and Nettle, chewing them up into a fine paste before licking it onto the wound as gently as she possibly could and then stepping back again. "You should be fine now. You're good to go" she said in a toneless voice and then backed away. She had much more to say, sharp words fighting to get off the tip of her tongue but she held them back knowing it would get her nothing but trouble.