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She probably should have, she realized only now, standing in front of the entrance to the Dragonblades headquarters in Provo. She should have sent Yuna a letter ahead of her, letting her know that she’d be coming and that she hoped to stay a while. It was more proper that way, and then Yuna would have had time to prepare. Instead, Celes had left without a thought about it and had, over the course of an extremely eventful week, found her way here. In front of the Provo headquarters. With no choice but to make an extremely rude arrival.
Celes didn’t know Yuna particularly well. They’d met, of course, and she’d heard all about Yuna’s exploits with Caius, but they were more friends of friends rather than friends of each other. They were acquaintances at best, and Celes was about to ask a lot of her.
Why hadn’t she thought to send a letter?
People were passing by. Some of them paused to look at her. She realized that she was somewhat suspicious, loitering around still dressed for combat with her armor on display and her sword at her hip. She looked a lot less out of place on the streets of Torensten where mercenaries and adventurers were a common sight. Here, the people were a lot slower paced. They were less concerned with matters of war or violence or disaster. And here she was, a product forged by all of those things, completely and utterly out of her depth.
Well, she wasn’t going to get anywhere by standing here. So she steeled herself, took a breath, and started towards the door.
She didn’t bother knocking. The building might have been unassuming, but it wasn’t a private residence, and she always hated when clients waited at the door of the Wyvern’s Rest rather than coming in and saving her the trouble of opening it for them. The door was, predictably, unlocked and she entered without any trouble.
”Hello?” she called as she closed the door behind her. ”Yuna? I hope I’m not intruding…” She also hoped that Yuna was, in fact, here. She hadn’t heard of anyone else working out of this location, but she’d had her hands too full with business in Torensten to really pay attention to Yuna’s work in general.
Which was another mistake now that she thought of it.
[attr=class,bulk] Yuna had spent quite a bit of time at the Torensten Dragonblade headquarters when she’d first arrived in Zephon. It was a bustling place, filled with adventurers and swords and the sounds of men training out in the yard. While Yuna rather liked the large space and greatly admired what Caius and Celes had built up, she’d never been able to help feeling…a bit out of place. Despite everything that she’d accomplished on Spira, she didn’t pretend to be a great warrior, and she’d never trained seriously with any weapons outside of a staff. It wasn’t in her nature to admit it, but the imposter syndrome had hit hard while she was there, so she was grateful that they believed in her enough to give her the chance to shape her own space for the Dragonblades in Provo.
Her work here so far had been much more heavily focused on healing and search and rescue, since those were her specialties. She’d started building up quite a reputation around the poorer areas of the city, since she charged much less than most healers or hospitals in the area. Sometimes Yuna didn’t have the heart to charge someone at all, but Caius and Celes didn’t need to know that part. Still, it all amounted to a steady stream of work that she enjoyed most days. She liked helping people after all.
Today was not one of the good days unfortunately.
There were three people waiting for their turn in her lobby—one had a broken arm, one appeared to have been silenced somehow if all their gesturing was any indication, and the third was a frog—complete with a tiny version of a cloak—that had hopped inside and taken up residence on a chair. Yuna felt particularly bad for that person and hoped that she could get around to using a quick Esuna on them soon. For now though, she was currently in a back room trying to stabilize a man who had been mauled by a behemoth. Really, he should have been in surgery, but his wife had tearfully explained that they didn’t have the gil for that sort of thing, so Yuna had consented to doing what she could.
It was around her dozenth Curaga spell that she heard the bell over the door that signaled someone else’s arrival. Sitting back, Yuna pushed back her sweaty bangs with her forearm and considered the injured man in front of her. His wounds were at least closed up at this point, so she thankfully couldn’t see any bones or internal organs anymore, but his scars were likely to be terrible if he pulled through. Biting her lip, Yuna thoughtlessly wiped her hands off on her skirt and briefly pulled back the curtain a few inches just enough for her to slip through and greet her new patient.
“I’ll be right with you! If you could just take a sea-” Her words trailed off at the sight of the familiar tall woman standing in the doorway. “Celes?” The blonde general was dressed like she was ready for battle at any moment, but that was possibly just how she chose to walk around town. It seemed in character for her, and despite Yuna’s exhaustion, she beamed at the sight of her visitor. “Oh, I didn’t know you were coming! I would have made up the guest room.” It was at this point that Yuna became aware that she had accidentally wiped off her bloody hands on her skirt instead of on a towel before coming out. The two other people in the waiting room were staring at her, and the frog gave an anxious croak before she realized her mistake.
“Oh! I’m sorry!” Quickly stepping back into the other room, she pulled the curtain closed behind her. “Actually, Celes! I could use your help with something.” While she waited for the woman to join her, Yuna dug through her cabinet of supplies and emerged with an ether. Prying out the cork, she quickly downed the sweet liquid while barely even grimacing at the taste. She lived on ethers these days.
Once Celes was in the room with her, Yuna set down the bottle and looked up at her with innocent, dichromatic eyes. There was also a streak of blood on her cheek. “Do you think you could hold him down while I set his leg?”
[attr=class,bulk] The first thing that struck Celes as she walked in the door was the smell of blood. It made her shoulders tense as she reached for her sword, but she stopped when she realized that she wasn’t alone. The entrance hall of the building had been turned into a kind of lobby with chairs and benches crowded along the walls, and most were quite occupied. She saw a bereaved woman in the corner who looked like she was holding back tears, a pained looking pain grasping his arm with white knuckles, a man who seemed to have nothing wrong with him at all and-
Was that frog wearing a cloak?
Yuna’s voice called out from behind the curtain, curt and strained. ”I’ll be right with you! If you could take a sea-” Yuna’s face peeked through the gap and their eyes met. Yuna’s widened with recognition. ”Celes?”
Celes tried for a smile. ”Yuna. I hope you’re not too busy. I’m sorry for not sending word sooner…”
But Yuna didn’t seem to care about that. Her eyes were bright as she came out to meet her, talking idly about how she should have made up a room for her, but none of that particularly held Celes’ attention when Yuna was dripped with blood.
Her hands were streaked with it like she’d tried and failed to wipe it off. Her skirt, usually a cool violet, was stained the color of elderberries. That would explain the smell. It also made Celes wonder as to the state of whoever she had behind that curtain.
Somewhere between the staring and the woman in the corner breaking out into a sharp sob, Yuna must have realized how she looked because she gasped and disappeared behind the curtain again. Then she called for Celes’ help.
This was…not what she’d expected.
”Oh. Yes. Alright.” Celes hesitantly placed her sword and bag by the wall and followed her. The scene in front of her was, sadly, familiar.
She’d seen it on battlefields and in the cramped gloom of medical tents. She knew it well enough to know on instinct that Yuna’s efforts were in vain. The man was shaking and ashen. He’d lost too much blood. On the field, they might have moved on from him to someone with better odds, but this was a healer’s office not a warzone, and this was Yuna not some harried doctor serving the will of the Geystahlian empire. And so she finished her ether and looked at Celes with earnest eyes.
”Do you think you could hold him down while I set his leg?
Yuna was in her element, a healer with a job to do. Celes felt herself shift into her own form of professionalism. There would be time for awkward conversation later.
”I don’t think his leg is the problem.” Celes looked at the man and tried to find something hopeful to say. She didn’t have anything except that perhaps her past experiences with dying men perhaps could have been changed had the doctor’s had access to curative magic. Maybe her instincts were wrong.
Maybe.
”We don’t need to put him under any more stress. The leg can wait. We should focus on stabilizing him.” Yuna was the expert in these things, she knew, but this was a war wound and Celes knew those well enough. She also knew what stress could do to a person’s judgment. She unstrapped her armor, piling them in the corner, before walking over to the somewhat bloodied wash basin to clean her hands of any dirt and debris she’d picked up on the road.
”Do you know his blood type? He needs a transfusion, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s internal bleeding. It would be too dangerous to operate unless we can find a donor.” She dried off her hands on the bloodied towel and looked at Yuna decisively. ”Or I can help you pour magic into him and we hope for the best. I’ll follow your lead.”
[attr=class,bulk] Celes looked like this wasn’t quite what she was expecting, and Yuna felt bad that she had immediately dragged her into a mess. The blonde woman’s face seemed to set when she saw the injured man on the table though, and she straightened up into an official-looking posture. Yuna could suddenly easily picture the General that the woman had used to be—though the closest thing that Yuna had to compare that to was the leader of the Crusaders. Spira didn’t really have any wars amongst its people anymore after all. Only against Sin.
Celes pointed out that the man’s leg should really wait, and Yuna bit her lip as she considered the odd angle that her patient’s shin made against the table. “Well…yes, it’s not the important thing. I was just worried it would heal wrong with all the curative magic and we’d have to rebreak it later.” Maybe he wasn’t as stabilized as he could have been for something as painful as a leg reset though. Perhaps it was good that Celes was coming in with fresh eyes while Yuna was still comparing him to how badly he had looked when he had first been carried through her door. “Maybe a rebreak isn’t so bad under the circumstances though. You’re right, thank you for the input.” She gave a slight bow in the woman’s direction as a sign that she respected the advice before she started to follow her lead in cleaning off her hands. She had washed them before she had first begun with him of course, but clearly her hands had gotten more than a little bloody since then.
While she was drying her hands off on a fresh towel, Celes asked some entirely practical questions given the technology of the region, and Yuna hated that she didn’t have a better answer for her. “I know a transfusion is what a hospital here would do for him, but…I’m not trained to do so.” Her head tipped forward a little in embarrassment so that her hair could cover her face. She really hadn’t had very many one-on-one conversations with Celes yet—Caius had been her main contact for the Dragonblades—so it was more than likely that the ex-General just hadn’t heard much about Spira or what Yuna had done before coming here. “Machina…that is, technology was forbidden in my world. We relied on healers and summoners. There were no doctors.”
Maybe the casualties from Sin would have been fewer if Yevon had permitted research or tools for surgeries, but no one had ever really questioned it. Yuna certainly hadn’t until she had seen what Zephon was capable of in the field of medicine. Now it was just one more thing for her to look back on and feel bitter about.
“Magic is all I can do for him. I’m sorry.” Yuna forced a smile before she moved over to the head of the table to give Celes room to join her this time. She knew that the blond woman was skilled in both magic and a blade, so she welcomed the assistance. “I’m glad you’re here though. I don’t get the chance to see you very often.” Yuna murmured another Curaga spell over the man, hoping that she wouldn’t end up having to send him. It was like this often when someone was caught up in Sin’s attack though. Sometimes you could only do so much when the damage was already done. “We’ll have to talk soon when we both have a minute. I hope it isn’t urgent…”
[attr=class,bulk] Celes felt a twinge of guilt as Yuna argued her thoughts on the broken leg. She looked, well, hurt might not have been the right word, but it was close. Celes could see every hour she’d spent worrying over the man, every sleepless moment trying desperately to keep him from falling off the edge. She looked both young and old at once. She reminded Celes a little of herself, actually, which only made her feel worse.
But her doubts could wait. A man’s life was on the line, and they had very little time for conversation.
”That’s fine,” she said though not having access to a blood transfusion wasn’t fine, really. It was a death sentence. ”I wouldn’t know what to do without the proper donor blood anyway. I don’t know how to test for type.”
She was a soldier, not a medic, and while she had plenty of training in first aid, she hadn’t exactly gone to medical school. They’d rely on magic then. Maybe between the two of them it would be enough.
Yuna cast curaga. Celes wondered how many times she’d done that today.
”It isn’t urgent,” Celes said before casting the same. In comparison to Yuna, Celes’ spell was dull and ineffective. Yuna was a master of her craft, weaving curative magic like silk. Celes’ talents had been forged from necessity, just one branch in a tree of skills planted to keep herself alive. She hoped it would be enough to be of assistance at least.
”I know this is sudden. I should have sent a letter ahead of me, but I didn’t have much time to think it through. I needed time away from Torensten, and I thought…Well. I thought that maybe I could be of some help here.”
Apparently she’d been right about that. Whether Celes’ magic was strong enough to help this man or not, it was obvious that Yuna needed someone here to help her. She needed someone to run the lobby, another healer, perhaps a nurse of some kind…
But she was getting ahead of herself. She had a mind for strategy. She couldn’t help it.
”But we can talk about that once he’s stable.” Celes glanced at Yuna, frowning. ”I’m glad I came when I did.”
[attr=class,bulk] Celes told her it was fine that she couldn’t do a blood transfusion, but it was doubtful that she really meant it. Yuna’s lack of knowledge when it came to machina had never bothered her more. It felt like a shameful cloud overhead even if Celes herself admitted that she didn’t know how to test for varying blood types. It felt like something Yuna needed to run out and correct immediately if she wanted to give her patients the best possible chance here.
“I’ll look into it,” she murmured, if more for her own benefit than for the blonde woman across the room. “I wonder if there’s a class I could take, or some form of certification.” Doctors here underwent years of study, or so she’d been told, but it had taken years of study to become a summoner back on Besaid as well. Yuna was no stranger to working hard towards an end goal, and it was difficult to say how long they’d be living on Zephon anyway. She might have all the time in the world to build up those additional skills.
Celes bent over the injured man with Yuna and cast some of her own healing magic. Yuna gave her a slightly tired but grateful smile for the assistance. It was still so odd to see someone who wasn’t a summoner be proficient in white magic, but she suspected that feeling would fade in time. A lot of other things had grown more normal since she’d arrived after all.
Celes revealed that she’d like to stay for a while if possible, though she seemed a little embarrassed that she hadn’t sent ahead warning. Yuna shook her head though, taking a moment to reassure the usually confident woman before she returned her attention to the mauled man in front of her. “Really, it’s no problem at all. I’m used to surprise guests. The mail system here is so much more reliable than it was on Spira.” Not terribly surprising though since back home letters had to travel by boat between islands. There was always the possibility that they’d just be swept away in Sin’s attack.
“I’m glad you’re here. I could use the company even if you were just visiting. But if you want to help, I appreciate the assistance.” She bowed her head again to Celes, which was perhaps a bit formal for Zephon, but old habits from Spira were hard to break. “I’ll make up the guest room for you. And introduce you to Cloud I suppose—he’s a long-term patient who’s staying here.” He was recovering nicely, but it wouldn’t really be good for him to go wandering around Provo before he was at 100%. Speaking of, she should likely warn Celes that she might come across wanted posters for the blond man in town, but that conversation could wait.
The man on the table’s wounds had long since closed, but his breathing was shallow, and as Yuna checked his pulse, she found his heartbeat to be much faster than she would have liked. Still, they were doing all they could with what they had. Time would have to tell if the blood loss had already been too much for him.
Celes had said that they could hold off on their conversation for now, but Yuna found that she liked the distraction as her magic ran low and she was forced to retrieve another ether from her cabinet of supplies. “Is everything alright in Torensten?” She asked with a slight frown before she drank the vial of sickly-sweet liquid. “It’s just that most people only need a break from somewhere when they’re ready for a change.”
[attr=class,bulk] The man’s wounds were closed. Whatever internal wounds he’d sustained had likely stitched themselves back together by now as well. Still, the man wasn’t conscious and Celes thought that must have been its own kind of blessing. His eyes were closed. His forehead was slicked with cold sweat. His breaths were shallow, but not quite the death rattle that meant it was all hopeless. Still, without donor blood, his chances were slim and there wasn’t much that either of them could do about it. She longed for plasma, for saline, for some kind of substitute but they had none and there wasn’t much else that they could do for him.
Yuna must have known that as well because she took the chance to rummage through her cabinets for an ether. She downed it between words, still speaking to her as casually as though she had a dying man on her table every other day. She likely did.
”Torensten is as lively as ever,” Celes said, leaning back against the wall. Her head was beginning to swim from her overuse of magic. Curaga was an intensive spell, one that she couldn’t cast forever. She wondered how many ethers Yuna must have in stock to have kept this up as long as she had. ”They’re still rebuilding from the floods. The docks took the worst hit, but you know Torensten. They always have an emergency construction team on standby.”
That didn’t really answer her question though, did it? Yuna had asked why she needed a change. Celes let out a breath.
”It’s not that I hate the city, it’s more that I hated…” Well, hate was the wrong word, wasn’t it? It was the wrong word, but maybe it wasn’t quite as wrong as she’d thought. ”I hated how Caius treated me.”
She winced at her own honesty. Yuna was close to Caius, wasn’t she? Celes was close to Caius. She didn’t hate Caius – not at all – but it was hard to remember that sometimes when she was trapped in their headquarters handling every little detail of the administration while he was off having adventurers and making a name for himself and having statues erected in his honor. Caius was appreciative, of course, and grateful and respectful and he would be the first one to correct any misconceptions about her to the public, but still…
It was enough to make her hate every last bit of it.
”I’ve never liked staying in one place anyway,” she went on. ”It was nice having somewhere to build a life, I suppose, but it never felt quite right. I’m sure it will all run fine without me for a while. That's what I keep telling myself, anyway.”
Celes looked back to the dying man with his sweat-slicked skin, sticky with his own blood. He wasn’t getting worse, but he wasn’t getting any better either. ”I think we’ve done all we can,” she said. ”Was that his wife in the other room? Maybe we should clean him up and let her see him?”
If this went wrong, if he took a turn for the worse, she would likely want to be at his side.
”Then I can move on to help the people in the lobby while you watch over him. Though I have no idea what to do for the frog.”
[attr=class,bulk] Torensten was apparently still rebuilding from the floods, which was sad to hear, but Yuna cocked her head to one side as she waited for Celes to continue. Somehow she doubted that the tough woman in front of her had run away because she was tired of that kind of work, which meant something else was coming. After a moment, she was rewarded for her patience with one simple sentence that surprised her more than almost anything else that Celes could have said.
“Caius? But I thought…” Yuna stopped herself, feeling a slight flush spread across her cheeks. Maybe she had assumed too much about where their relationship was going. She knew Caius much better than Celes after all, and he tended to wear his heart on his sleeve when it came to Celes. Maybe the blond woman didn’t reciprocate his feelings though and only thought of him as a friend. She couldn’t see Caius not respecting that, but it probably did make working together a little awkward.
“I’m sorry. You’re right, we’ll have to talk about it after closing.” That was only in a few hours, but there was still so much to get through. Yuna nodded gratefully when Celes offered to attend to the other customers in the waiting room while Yuna cleaned up and let his wife see him. “Thank you. That would probably be for the best.” In spite of everything, she laughed when the blonde general mentioned the frog. “I know! I was going to start with Esuna and see what happened. You’re welcome to my item cabinet though if that doesn’t work. I have everything labeled.” There had actually been a few status ailment items sold in Provo that Yuna hadn’t recognized. It had troubled her at the time, but now she was just glad that she had stocked up on a little of everything. Hopefully there was something that could help the…frog? Man?
Either way, Yuna brought up a basin of water with a washcloth to get some of the blood off of the man before she let his wife come in to visit. If they had done all that they could for him, she didn’t want to scar the poor woman’s last moments with him after all.
