The Multi-Dimensional OC Bar

"I'm Wyvorn Whitewing." The griffin silently said, still loud enough to be heard. He took a sip of his lemonade.

"lightning, pleasure to meet you." she said her smile unbroken she movement getting weak and listless.

"I'm not just going to sit her and watch you bleed," he comes out of the bag with a first aid kit. "Now hold still while I try to remember my medic 101," opening the kit, he takes out rolls of gauze and medical tape and a tube of anti-bacterial cream.

she lifted her left arm out of her draped cloke and pointed the bionic limb at the stallion. "dont you dare... i can sort myself out." she stated stubborn as ever but by this point is was obvious she had no  chance of doing something on her own, and as her arm dropped the blood seeped through the silk of her top half clothing.

The griffin sighs. "Just let her do what she wants. She knows what she's doing, I'm sure of it." Griffin said, not moving his head.

"Just shut it already," he barks at the wounded mare, turning to the bartender he asks "Do you have a private room we could use?"
Martini: Glancing at the bleeding anthro fearfully, she nods and leads him to a different part of the bar.
Blade: "Nim, could you give me a hoof with this stubborn girl?" he stuffs his supplies back into his pack and, swing it over his back, drapes one of lightning's arms over his neck as he tries to walk with her after Martini.

The griffin just facepalms at the sight. "That's why I don't like the guards... always being so stubborn to help even if you know you can fix everything yourself..."

"Wyvorn, either keep your comments to yourself, or help me."

finally the mare passed out, her wings drooped and her ears flopped

And now Nim was panicking, after all it wasn't every day that some random pony just passed out and she was loosing a lot of blood fast. Bolting out of her seat, Nim was by the downed threstral in a blink. Gently she scooped up the mares head and looked at the guard. "Can you close the wounds if I keep her alive?" she asked, concern working its way into her voice. The innocence and childlike happiness from before all but gone.

"I can try. Help me get her to the private room so we don't disturb the other patrons, and so everypony doesn't see if we have to remove her shirt, which is very likely as that seems to be where the worst of the wounds are."

The griffin sighed again and stood up, walking over to the injured mare. "I'm only doing this for her." He says as he places her on his back, waiting for the guard to lead the way.

Rain Blade leads them to the private room and shuts the door behind them. "Lay her on the table and see about getting those shreds off of her, they're covering her wounds," he gets the medical supplies back out and asks Martini to bring a bottle of vodka.

The griffin gently places the mare on the table, making sure she's lying on her back and makes a step back.

The sudden movement caught Nim off guard, but that didn't stop her from doing what she had to do. Know the sudden movement would only cause additional blood loss, Nim began her spell. With her eye flashing green, and grit teeth, a green aura surrounded the wounded threstral. Nim new it was basic, rudimentary, and a borderline barbaric use of energy, but if it kept the mare alive it would be worth it.

With the spell going, Nim followed the group to one of the back rooms, making sure to maintain a close proximity to the unconscious pony the entire time. When asked to help, Nim obliged, but with some restraint as she had to maintain focus on the spell.

she had several distinct gashes, one just bellow her breasted, seemedly from a sword or knife, a direct puncture wound on her abdomen and a laceration down her left.

Blade thanks Martini for the alcohol and begins his work. He pours some of the vodka on the mares chest were the wounds appear to be the worst, using a towel he cleans the blood away as best he can. "Damn, it looks like she's going to need stitches."

Nim visibly cringed at the sight of the wounds, but after a quick shake of her head, new determination set in as she poured more energy into the spell to keep the mare alive and increasing the green aura that surrounded now both of them. "Just hurry up, I can't keep this going forever," Nim said through gritted teeth, the hefty amount of magic being used already taking it's toll on the pegasi.

The griffin just stayed a few steps back, giving the guard enough room, but was ready to assist whenever needed.

Ignoring the strangeness of a pegasi using magic, the thestral threads a needle with his dexterous wings. Pouring a little more alcohol on the wound on her chest, he carefully begins to stitch it shut, praying to the Night Princess that he's doing it right.

her breathing began to shallow

"We're losing her! Wyvorn, take these gauze and stop those other wounds from bleeding while I seal up this one." he tosses the gauze to the griffon as he continues stitching up the wound on her chest.

The griffin quickly rushes and begins to place gauze on the wounded mare's wounds.

the bionic arm vibrated as if something was resonating inside it.

Finally finishing with the wound on her chest, he moves to the cut on her side, cleaning it with the vodka, he begins to stitch that one as well.