Silver Creek The Hunting Grounds

Arlette was keen on making Turmeric stay put. The female wanted to support him but when he crumpled back to the ground it was best for her that he stayed there. Her healing stash was far away. She rather wanted to stay with him. "Okay, the ribs," she spoke. She tried not to think that this was her son. Arlette made him stay put. "Just lie down. No need to sit up," She told him.

The medic looked over her son. She moved her nose gently over his side. She was pretty sure already that it was broken, if not, badly bruised. "Take a deep breath, count to three. Breathe in, 1, 2, 3, and breathe out, slowly. 1, 2, 3," she spoke. It might hurt but he should take calming breaths. "Again." She would help him through the first initial pain. She didn't have any painkillers with her at the moment. It might be the initial shock first.