<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/a16483c2858f862945634d46b9ad41b9/tumblr_mh480oybdg1r64urio1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jaelyn Scot-Jones<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>n/a<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 15th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jones' Mercantile & Trade<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>a passel of kids, Albert, Ginny, Johnny, CeCe, open -<br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It ain't so bad. I feel better already."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Jaelyn had seen less severe injuries shatter lives and not just that of the injured party.  Albert was one of the smaller kids but he carried himself large; his spunk and playfulness and dedication to his fellows earned him both the respect and love of the other Whippersnappers.  Not that these children would call it that, because they had no words to describe such feeling nor did they often lean toward sentimental.  Superstitious and suspicious, but not sentimental.  Jaelyn couldn't allow her own thoughts to lean too far toward losing her one and only friend in Gomorra.  He was a young but wise soul and had touched hers right off.  They were kindred.<br/><br/>As the tragic moment consumed all her thought and energy, she heard the drawling voice begin to issue orders.  All she could spare the Whateley woman was glance.  It was one of gratitude, the previous ire having evaporated in the face of the drama being played out on the trading post porch, because the truth was, for all her calm demeanor, Jaelyn was terrified for her young friend.  Her knowledge of medicine was a scant familiarity of what to do for women in labor or to feed a cold and starve a fever.  Mending broken bones and staving off blood flow was far beyond her skill set.  Every move was at best instinct and at worst a wild guess.  Even so, she couldn't let Albert sense her fear or uncertainty, nor the other children.<br/><br/><em>Oh where was that doctor?!</em>That arrival would go along way toward easing her concern.  She looked frantically up and down Southeast Temptation, catching sight of a unfamiliar man making his way toward the little scene just as Silas returned with the blankets.  "Could it be the doctor so soon?"<br/><br/>Hope surged as Jaelyn prayed silently for a miracle all while directing Silas to lay out a  folded blanket away from the steps.  God would certainly understand her need for efficiency.  Then gingerly lifting Albert under his shoulders while Silas took the feet, they moved him to lay on the improvised cushioning.  "Cover him, too, Silas.  The blood loss has made him chill."  Silas did so and put the final blanket under his comrades head.  He was so pale, his heavy eye lids fluttering.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Prob'ally need sumthin' fer him tah bite down on.  Yuh got anything?  Ah kin go git it."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Heedless of propriety, Jaelyn had scrambled off the side of the porch.  She paused, squeezing her eyes shut in a mental scramble just long enough to picture the layout of the store and blindly answer Ginny with words and blood smudged hands both.  "To the right, near the stacked denim pants is a shelf of coiled leather belts."  She looked at the other woman finally,  "One of them should do."  She didn't add, 'please hurry' as the other woman seemed to understand the gravity of the situation well enough.<br/><br/>With her feet on the ground and Albert laid out on the porch, she had a better vantage point to tend the boy's injured arm.  As a pail of water arrived, sloshed half empty in haste to bring it, Jaelyn bit her lip and began to tear the sleeve trying not to cause undo pain.  Still she must have, because time was of the essence.