The Montreal Gazette will be printed late... why?...
There was... a situation... in the NDG printing plant. I got called in on backup. This is the job. Drop whatever fun things you are doing sometimes to answer the call to go save lives.
We were told that one of the machines went haywire and shattered springs and metal flung out and gashed workers. We were to treat them for their injuries and to shuffle them to the ambulances. Several of the machines are temporarily shut down for the day to get fixed.
I heard the whisper of "Les Independentistes Garous" ... loup garou. A... what and what? New words to me. Sounded like a gang of French Nationalists sabotaged the Anglo paper... again.
As subtly as I could, I sensed thru the life of each person I had to deal with, ascertained their injuries, and eased in some healing so they would not bleed out. They could be taken to paramedics still injured, but not dying.
"Well, you’d think from the amount of blood the injury was much more severe, but really, there’s no internal organ damage. The laceration was a lot more shallow than it looked. Guess buddy is a bit of a bleeder. Slapped some compression dressings on it. With some sutures he’ll be good to go."
No one noticed what I did. I didn't REPLACE my medical training with magic. I still used bandages, sutures, compression packs. Just... no one was dying on my watch from this incident.
Just a normal day on the job now. Well, most normal days are boring and I am not really needed, which is GOOD! But today I was needed.
HOURS later, the EMT's did one last walk thru after police. The ambulances had all cleared out for the GLEN. Most people were shaken and will need some care for psychological trauma. I don't deal with the mind. I deal with the body. What I did do, however, was I got my thermos of tea and my teacup. I offered a cup here and there to soothe people and calm their spirits.
Guess I am not apartment hunting today.
Time to go home now, to my cute little baby momiji tree, my beloved Brighid, and to make more tea for me this time. I have exhausted my magical energy, my mana. I know it is called Quintessence tho. Both Mom and Dad have been trying to drill this into me. Mana still sounds more right to me.
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