Michelle
Cerei Davren 
Witherlands 

Cerei tore a part of the bottom of her tunic and held it at the entrance of the stick, gritting her teeth as the pain tore through her heart and mind. She cried out, and kept the fabric there to stop the blood flow. They neared the medical building, and Cerei heard a woman approaching, screaming for two other people, Fasi and Larea to come help. A pair of strong arms carefully helped Cerei onto the ground, and set the other woman softly onto something that she heard them grunt to pick up. Cerei was led through a doorway, and she began counting the steps inside. She reached 54 before she was sat on a table that was covered by a sheet, and as a pair of very soft and steady hands touched the edge of the stick she cried out, and she was given a gag and a gulp of a very strong smelling bottle. It burned as it traveled down her throat, and she felt something drip onto her side. As the unknown liquid hit the wound her back arched as pain tore through her body, and the same pair that so carefully helped her earlier now held her steady as the protruding stick was taken out. She lost track of time and no longer felt pain for a moment, but all of a sudden everything came back. The stick was gone and her side was being patched up. 

"Thank you." Cerei said as she was carried into another room, and laid down on a bed. She fell asleep, still clutching her purse.
Raul
Scarlett Prynne
Witherlands

Darkness... Muffled voices and a scream... Everything was hazy and incoherent as Scarlett drifted in and out of consciousness. All she was vaguely aware of was her own pain, which at times heightened to unbearable levels before settling back into an agonizing throb that seemed to pulse with every heartbeat. 

The healers had quite a bit of work to do on Scarlett's badly damaged body. Her ribs were broken, she had a broken leg, a head injury, and scrapes and cuts everywhere from sliding across the grass and dirt and landing in the brush. It certainly didn't look good for her, but the healers were able to set her broken leg, gave her some herbs to reduce the swelling, and washed and bandaged her cuts.

With all that completed, there was little more they could do for her for now, save for monitoring her and praying that the girl lived. Minutes turned to hours, and hours turned to several days as Scarlett seemed to hang on to life by a thread, but finally, after three days, she finally woke up.
Michelle
Cerei Davren
Witherlands

The healers did what they could to ease her pain, but time would be the only remedy. After a day she was allowed to stand and move around, being guided by someone at all times. One of the older women cooked a meal for her anytime she asked, and she offered to pay for both her and the lady that was brought with her. She was refused, someone had already paid for both of them. 

After a few days she was told the lady that arrived with her had woken up. Cerei asked to be led to her, and the one of the women left to go ask.
Raul
Scarlett Prynne
Witherlands

Her vision was a little blurry when she woke up, which had understandably freaked her out, but after the healers assured her that it would get better in a few days as the swelling went down, she had managed to settle down. Somewhat. She was still anxious and riddled with pain, but not nearly as bad as she was. So, when the healers came in, she was resting quietly in her bed, her eyes closed, though she heard their entrance and knew that they were in the room before they even spoke.

She agreed to have the visitor, mostly because it would be something to break up the monotony of it all. Besides, she was a tad bit curious as to who this visitor was, since the healers had said it was a she, and Scarlett didn't know anyone in this town, at least as far as she knew.
Michelle
Cerei Davren 
Witherlands

Cerei was led into the room where the other patient was being cared for. She was given a rather comfortable chair, and the caregivers left the room, giving the two a chance to meet. 

"They told me about what happened, and the only thing I can offer as an apology is my word. I am terribly sorry. I did not *See* The carriage approaching, nor did I see anything at all. I cannot ever hope to repay you in my current state." Cerei said, facing the breathing she heard. It almost seemed as if she could actually see the person lying in the bed, but alas, she was unable to. She sipped on the water skin she was given, as that was the easiest thing to hold and find the edge so she could drink. "My name is Cerei. I wish we could have met h for different circumstances, however I am glad we met nevertheless." She said softly, keeping in mind that she did not know how this person was injured.
Raul
Scarlett PrynneE
Witherleands

Scarlett shifted ever so slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position, though she quickly discovered that the movement only brought her more pain. She grimaced a bit, stifling a groan, then opened her eyes to look at the girl standing at the foot of her bed. Everything was still blurry enough that it was hard for her to make everything out very well, but she could at least see the outline of the girl and make out all the different colors. The drab nature of the girl's outfit told her that this girl had to be a shitblood.

"I... Don't even know what happened," Scarlett replied with some difficulty. "We were riding along, shouts, and then... I don't know. I don't really remember anything after that." There was a little pause before she finally said, "It's nice to meet you, Cerei. I'm Scarlett."
Michelle
Cerei Davren
Witherlands

Cerei listened as the woman told what she could recollect, and nodded. "You remember most of what I was told. One of the guards came and asked me a few questions, and told me the full story. Your carriage was speeding through town, and took a turn too fast for the wheels to bear the strain. You were avoiding me. I cannot see, not did I hear the warning in time. The carriage mostly avoided me, though I did fall on my own guiding tool and was injured. You were found some distance away, having been thrown from your cart. And we were taken here, but someone has already paid for our stay. May I ask a question, Ms. Scarlett?" Cerei said, sitting down in the chair behind her and leaning back into it. 

She took another sip from the skin as two food trays were brought in. Her meat was already diced by the cook, but one of the helpers carrying the tray insisted on helping Cerei eat. She was not allowed to eat by herself, a small yet absolutely annoying rule that bugged Cerei to her core.