Celtiaid Am Byth - Friddjavuohta, Part XX

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Celtiaid Am Byth - Friddjavuohta, Part XX

17 Paratoi 1120 / 17 September 1630 Västerås, Kingdom of Sweden By now Prince Wilhelm’s finger had stopped bleeding, but the pain was still agonizing, even with the herbal remedies the Celts kept putting over the wound. They were still going over him even now, unwrapping and cleaning it before re-wrapping it and soaking it in that same mix of plants meant to numb the pain. He couldn’t tell if it was working or not, but if he could at least tell that he didn’t know, then he was doing okay. “Please, Prince Wilhelm, try to keep it elevated. It will bleed less.” “No no, wrap it tighter. The pressure is good.” “Just keep it from the wrist, you don’t want to starve the whole hand.” Why the Celts seemed so concerned over him and his wellbeing was beyond him, but a lot of things were at the moment. Such as why he was even still alive. The door opened and the Emperor walked through, gesturing for the medics to leave. They bowed and did so, while the Emperor closed and locked the door