obviously with how much i had let myself bleed, i would need to get patched up somewhere.

unfortunately, professional healthcare wasnt really a thing in the casteslums. instead of getting proper treatment for my wounds, i had to see a burgundyblood a bit younger than parhac to patch up my wounds.

the casteslums had little to no clean water, so not only was my wound unable to be sufficiently cleaned, but there was dried blood on my hands for a few weeks after that. neither of those facts bothered me, though - i was quite hardy for my age, especially for my circumstances. that burgundyblood was nice; i never learned their name, but they were kind and gentle. i noticed that their hands and fingers were scarred, but at that point id started assuming everyone had scars like that.