While washing his hands with water that had been macerated flowers of hyssop, Anubis felt a sense of deja vu. It had been about eighty years since he sewed up his alleged father Osiris, and now another one of his male relatives was lying on his operating table. To be honest, Anubis was almost surprised that it had not happened before.
This time it was both easier and harder than the other. Technically easier, because there was not sewing, and emotionally, because they see their father for the first time in those conditions was a thing I do not wish it on anyone. The great difficulty this time was that his patient was not dead and insensible and Anubis seriously doubted that the poppy resin would be enough to keep him at bay when he started working on the most sensitive parts.
why he had allowed friends to stay in the clinic: had the distinct feeling that he needed help.
Anubis took one last glance at the tools of the trade line on a low table next to the operating table: sharp scissors to cut away clothing caked with blood, scalpels and suture needles, clean cloths and bandages. In a brazier were warming the knife to cauterize, in case we needed it.
loyalists Seth, his friends, the ones who had not given up in defeat (Hetepsebet, the goddess of the tenth hour of the night, Anat, an adopted daughter of Ra and Mehen, one of the warriors of Ra) seemed destroyed, their faces drawn and eyes lost in a void.
Ash Oasis of the Libyan was actually crying uncontrollably. He clenched his left hand tenderly and whispered something to Seth in his own language.
But, of course, put the worst of all was just the Usurper, who lay helpless and unconscious on the operating table.
its color, usually milky and vaguely unhealthy, had become ashen and unequivocally unhealthy due to loss of blood, marked by deep eye socket. He had a deep wound on his right forearm to the bone (and also went well, since it seems that had deflected the blade of the sword of Horus with his hands) and the groin was covered with a cloth soaked in blood. The wound had to be a scary thing, but the faithful had ensured that he had stopped bleeding. Anubis had witnessed the duel, the facts of blood the stomach, but Anat, the only one who had retained a bit 'of calm, perhaps because he was the one who knew less, had confirmed both.
closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself.
He started from the less complicated, that the wound in the arm.
took a dark vial and poured a few drops in a cup of tea of \u200b\u200bwillow. The idea was to not wake him up and take advantage of unconsciousness, but sooner or later he would wake, and Anubis did not want to risk it.
took a clean rag soaked in the antiseptic tea and went to the operating table.
Ash noticed his movement and he raised his head sharply with a protective gaze into the eyes greens. He seemed ready to shoot, but Anubis ignored him. After a few seconds
Libyan posture sagged. "Is there anything I can do," he asked, his voice cracking with tears. Anubis
raised his wounded arm and approached the cloth, but paused a moment to answer: "Keep it quiet if he wakes up." Then began to wash the wound.
was deep and dirty with sand and also working as gently possible, Anubis was aware of causing pain. He had not woken up yet, fortunately, but unconscious, the pain radiated from her expression.
took the suture needle and put on a silk thread. It was a fiber coming from the Far East and the suture was better than the gut of cat and definitely better than the linen. As soon as he began to suture the wound, Seth awoke with a groan of pain. Instinctively, he tried to withdraw the arm, but Anubis had a firm grip and no intention to drop out and ultimately the strength was weak.
"Keep quiet." Ash said again, putting back the needle. The tremor was stronger this time and the usurper's eyes widened scarlet.
"Shhh, my friend, it's all right," Ash whispered, making him turn his face toward him.
"Ash ... - Seth groaned - Where are they? "
Ash's pulled back a lock of red hair from his brow moist with sweat. "Quiet, you're safe. Your nephew Anubis is taking care of you. "She whispered. Anubis
ignored them and gave another point, ripping out a growl.
"As I put it?" Asked Seth, after regaining his breath.
"Never mind. You'll be. "Ash tried to reassure him, but the tears continued to flow on her face. Seth
gritted his teeth for the subsequent insertion of the needle. "Sorry Ash, but I want to know the doctor. "he said with a grin.
Anubis shook his head and pulled back the needle. "You're still alive, and this is already an achievement."
Seth laughed bitterly. "You have not looked at." Growled through clenched teeth to withstand the pain, while Anubis continued to sew.
"No." said Anubis.
The rest of the transaction spent in relative silence, punctuated only by occasional grunts of pain by the patient.
"I'd give you a painkiller, but I get the impression that you'll need more later. But if you prefer I can give it to you now. "He said Anubis.
"Yeah ..." he nodded bitterly Seth. "I prefer when it is really needed. "
finished suturing the forearm, threw the needle Anubis, now blunt and bloody, and washed his hands again with antiseptic solution. He took the bandages clean and bandaged the arm with caution. Maybe it was taking too much, but I honestly had absolutely no hurry to take the next step. However
was inevitable and not beat around the bush would have improved the situation. By becoming
courage, Anubis is said that after all this was the man who killed and dismembered his father, a bit 'of pain was just what he deserved. Another part of him but knew that if the circumstances were slightly different, Seth would have been his father, and could not help but feel a certain bond with him. By becoming
courage, gently lifted the cloth that covered the wound in the groin. It was partly attached to the tissues and what little strength he had to exercise to get it off was enough to restart the bleeding and to break out the usurper in a terrible blasphemy. As predicted
Anubis and friends of the usurper had anticipated, the wound was ugly. Hard to believe that the usurper, he could move, let alone to make havoc of the face of Horus, after receiving an injury like that and are more witnesses had reported that Seth was able to get up, disarm and almost kill Horus barrel with his bare hands. The
injury stemmed from the lower abdomen and came very low, between his legs. The Usupatore was very, very lucky not to lose the bird, but if the first was whispered that he could not have children, now would be an almost absolute certainty ..
"I'll give you something for the pain - he said in a neutral tone - and then start to clean."
Seth nodded, his face already drawn-out suffering.
Anubis took the cup with the mixture of painkillers and went to the lips of Seth, but apparently he did not have the strength to lift his head to drink and a bit 'of the liquid ran down his chin and chest.
"Leave it to me." Ash said, taking away the cup of his hand.
Gently helped him to raise his head and brought the cup to his lips. Seth was able to drink the potion, but the effort seemed to have exhausted. Anubis
prepared a sprinkler full of antiseptic solution and waited for the potion did effect. Meanwhile, noted that Ash took care of his (which some complained be more than a friend). He even took one of the cloths, he had soaked in water and was serving it to wipe his brow moist with sweat usurper, murmuring words of comfort.
Seeing the features of Seth that they relaxed and his red eyes were closing, Anubis was reassured about the effectiveness of analgesic mixture. He waited a few seconds, then took the sprinkler clean cloth and put it into place to work.
Ash looked at him worried.
"Tienigli the other arm, to be sure, but pay attention to the wound. I would not have to patch up again. "Anubis ordered. The Libyan
nodded gravely and grabbed both of his wrists, holding them against the table.
"And what do we do?" Said Anat. Even if you had known him for a few days, the girl warrior Keben seemed very fond of the usurper, much more than companion Astarte, that fact was not there.
"With a little 'luck you will not have to do anything." Anubis said, starting to irrigate the wound. There was blood
Cleaning caked everywhere, and the wound had begun to bleed, although little, fortunately. Anubis had to use plenty of antiseptic solution to obtain a reasonably clean surgical field. He put aside the sprinkler and took a new suture needle and floss more often.
would have to suture the muscles and tendons first, and then close the wound, if he wanted to have some reasonable hope that the Usurper could never go back, I say to fight, but even just walking. The Sword of Horus was cut to the bone, missing the femoral artery by a hair, but wreaking havoc all the rest.
When he gave the first point, the patient moaned softly. Anubis froze for a moment with the needle in the air usurpation and looked at him doubtfully, but still seemed unconscious and inert. "It must have been an accident," he said to himself Anubis "Who knows what he is seeing in his head? With all the poppy I gave him at least will have terrible hallucinations ...".
She began to sew up with a firm hand. "Above, below, pass the wire in half and squeeze" is repeated, trying to concentrate on the movement to run and not think of anything else. He worked with his father. He had managed to exclude the cries of pain from his mother and his aunt, closed in the next room and for a while 'he could not help thinking that if he had not been born, everything would not have happened. He put
the needle again, perhaps with a little 'too much force, trying to erase that thought from his mind, otherwise there would never be able to work, and the Usurper groaned again.
Anubis looked up. On the face of the usurper was again painted a grimace of pain.
was puzzled. The dose of poppy that had given him would have put him to the mat for much longer than that. It was not even half done.
She began to sew faster, hoping to gain ground, but after little more than ten points the Usurper opened his eyes with a cry, barely restrained. He seemed disoriented, but damn conscious. What was happening?
"What the fuck are you doing?" Ash asked, distressed.
"The potion anesthetic effect has been less than expected, although I do not know why." Anubis replied.
"Kebechet" he cried, and after a few moments the door appeared a young woman with long braided hair blacks. "Here I am, Dad! - Said the young - What do you need? "
" Give me another dose of potion poppy. "Anubis ordered.
"Okay, I'll be right." The girl ran away as fast as lightning and soon returned with a new bowl of potion.
The Usurper was breathing heavily, his eyes half shut. "I'm sorry, you should not have to wake up." Anubis said, approaching the bowl to his lips. The Usurper grunted something unintelligible, and drank greedily. Anubis waited a bit 'to safety and returned to work when he saw that the traits of the patient contracts in a grimace of pain, had relaxed a bit'.
Everything seemed to go well at first. Anubis suture with precision but faster, with a new needle and perfectly pointed. Began to see the first signs that the potion was losing its effect, much faster than expected and much faster than last time. Anubis felt a cold sweat but pulled ahead. He could not risk giving him a third dose of poppy so close ... Everything happened very
fast: there was a piece of cloth stuck in the wound, Anubis put the needle and took a pair of tweezers to remove it, but when the instrument came into the wound, the Usurper shuddered violently and the spikes will infissero in the flesh exposed. Seth is arched and struggled even more.
"Keep still!" Called Anubis and friends of the usurper obeyed promptly, blocking the legs against the table.
Anubis managed to pull out the pliers, but the incident had caused a new tear, which was bleeding profusely. He cursed and took a cloth, pressed it on the wound.
The Usurper was grinding his teeth furiously, without making even a groan, but his whole body was taut as a bowstring.
The blood did not seem to want to stop and, surely, after all he had lost, the usurper should not have much to spare. Anubis had to act fast: Horus wanted him alive and at least vaguely aware.
"Kebechet" cried the girl again and reappeared promptly.
"Give me another dose of poppy, but this time double, nay, triple." Ordered.
"Are you sure, Dad? It could be dangerous and it will take a bit'..." objected the girl, turning pale.
"I'm sure. And vammi to call your mother. NOW! ".
She darted away as if they were chasing the legions of hell.
Anubis took a deep sigh, "Listen, Usurper. You're bleeding profusely and if we do not stop the bleeding might not make it. We have no time to wait until the arrival of the potion. Do you understand me? "He asked.
"Yes, do it, damn it." She managed to hiss Seth, with gritted teeth.
Anubis did not hesitate even a moment and began to struggle to stop the bleeding. Luckily it was not breached the main vessel, but only one of the secondary branches downstream. He had to close the hole, but simply could not cauterize the vessel, or the muscles of the leg would not have received more blood and would paralyzed.
was an infamous work, hands made sticky by the blood boiling, the needle slipped like an eel, and also the Usurper, though not only issue a sound of pain, twitching at every point, even if all four of his now the friends were taking place with all their might. After the third time that his movement had made him lose his grip on the needle, Anubis did not make it any more.
"Feel good, Usurper. I'm trying to save your life and the leg, but I can not do it if you do not help me. You have to stop moving. "He shouted, throwing a needle in a bowl.
Inpwet, his wife was missing, he promptly passed another, with the wire already inserted.
"I can not ..." Seth moaned, her voice choked. Her pupils were so dilated for the pain and side effects of the poppy that his eyes seemed almost blacks.
Anubis was about to take a slap, maybe you would not have helped him calm, but at least he could vent their frustration.
"Seth, listen. - Anat interrupted, his voice tense with the effort to hold it - I know what you're trying to do. Are you trying to resist the pain. You were very brave, but now stop. Let yourself go, if you cry, no one will think ill of you, we are your friends, but do not move. "The short curls the blacks were falling over his eyes, but she did not have a free hand to offset them," You must Anubis let you care. "
" Okay, okay ... "Seth sighed.
When Anubis began to sew, the usurper did not move an inch, but let out a piercing scream. Anubis was not to be upset, and continued with a steady hand, while the cries became more desperate and mingled with sobs. It was not just the Usurper to cry, but also of his followers, who were so hardened warriors.
"Please kill me!" Cried the Usurper at some point. "Kill me. I killed your father. I killed him. I did it to pieces. Please ... "
By dint of shouting his voice had become hoarse and weak. "Please enough, enough! "he pleaded.
Anubis tried to ignore it and continue, to harden his heart and exclude the petitions, we said that he deserved it, he deserved this pain and even worse, and I think I succeeded, but when his daughter finally came with a bowl of poppy, Anubis would have really wanted to hug her gratitude.
Damn Horus, Anubis was said, a few hours later, rubbing his bloodshot eyes.
He was standing before the closed door of his surgery, and, even if she wanted nothing but sleep, but he had to deal with Baba, the head of Horus guards. The usurper was lying on a cot nell'ambulatorio immersed in a drugged sleep and feverish. Finally, the poppy had effect. If only you had remembered that the drug did not affect many people who consumed alcohol and had adjusted the dose accordingly ... Would have saved everyone a hellish afternoon. It would have been spared the smiles of complicity Baba, one that would have done it on purpose instead to administer a dose of inadequate anesthesia.
Baba babbling something about the real locus of the fact that only the formal submission of the old to the new king would bring lasting peace to the kingdom and so on.
"I personally think that His Majesty would do better to break down as the mangy dog \u200b\u200bhe is, but the queen mother insisted that he had granted grace and commuted his sentence in exile ... Bah, women. "Blabbering Baba, with its unpleasant nasal voice. Luckily he had left off his seventy-seven dogs, but even so the smell of wet fur did not forsake him.
"Well, anyway ... - Baba continued, scratching his prominent nose - that rottinculo Tomorrow morning I will comply with His Majesty and died there.. "
"I doubt that tomorrow morning you can carry it." Anubis said curtly.
"Why?" Baba asked, surprised.
"His condition is not stable, has lost much blood and the wounds need to heal properly, or it may be invalid forever. "Anubis said wearily. It was so damn obvious that you could not do, what an idea!
Baba laughed "So much the better right? It would be nice too. Think: lame and cowardly, as well as a eunuch. It would be the perfect punishment for the Usurper. "
Anubis would have expected from someone like Baba, but was still shocked.
The captain of the guard laughed even more. "You're too strong you know, Prince Anubis? You're also worrying about a mongrel like him ... Stuff you would not believe. "He settled the belt around the belly prominent heels and turned to leave. "Tomorrow morning I'll come with a cart - announced - Take care, Prince Anubis."
"No." said Anubis.
"No what?" Baba said, pausing on the threshold.
"No. Tomorrow will not come and take him away. "Anubis said in a tone final.
"Why not? - Baba objected inflating his chest like a pigeon - I have received direct orders from His Majesty Horus. "
" I do not mind the orders you have received you, Baba. "Anubis replied, cold as ice. After the day he had had, certainly did not have the patience to argue with a fool netjer and smug as the head of the guards. "My orders were to keep alive and healthy, the Usurper, and I'm trying to make the most of my skills. This includes preventing being dragged through the streets tomorrow. "Anubis crossed her arms and looked at Baba with a look of menace.
Baba was about to open my mouth and reply, but Anubis forestalled him. "Me I see her with the king. This is my palace and this is my job, captain of the guard. Do not dream of trying to download it from here by force or you will see her with me. "Anubis
realized in a moment that would have killed on the spot if he had dared to violate his rule. And, although expression remained impassive, this realization troubled him greatly.
Baba gasped like a fish, looking for something to fight back but found nothing suitable. With an angry gesture, turned back and walked towards the door, muttering to himself. Already on the threshold when he stopped a moment. "You know Prince Anubis, sometimes it makes me think that looks a lot like him." He said, pointing vaguely to the locked door of the surgery.
Baba's words haunted him for days to come.
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