More about Elfy's lame first aid abilities

♈ I just realized I hadn't finished what I had written earlier. That was dumb...
Okay, so I get up to the second floor and find Elfangor (moron) trying to tend to another elf's wounds. Thing was, he was using musty bandages. He said he washed them, but I know better than that. There's nowhere to wash things upstairs! So I got my bandages out, and he goes ballistic. "I don't need your help, bandit, so get outta here." He's so polite... Anyways I noted that he was using linen while I had woolen bandages, much better at covering a wound, and by the looks of his friend, he had been stabbed in the stomach... Elfangor still resisted, but his friend told him to let me help. I got over there and bandaged him up, realizing at that moment it would take more than bandages. I got a needle and some surgical thread out to start stitching him up, but he kept thrashing around, making his injuries even worse than they already were. Elfangor tried to calm him down, but it wasn't any use. Then, I realized the mask he was wearing seemed to be very tight on his head. I tried to take it off so he could breathe easier. I thought it might be what was making him so uneasy, but no matter how hard I tried to get it off, it wouldn't come off. Elfangor said it was an enchanted mask that would never come off once it was put on. Very bad situation. We managed to get his mouth exposed so he could breathe easier, but that was all we could manage. Elfangor held him down so I could get to work, but he seemed to be much stronger. This is where things got very odd... Elfangor suggested that I kiss him to calm him down. I have no idea where he got this idea. I don't want to know, actually. But once he mentioned it, the other elf seemed to calm down just a bit. I knew this was going to end up with me doing something like this. I've found being a female bandit is sort of the equivalent of a barmaid: all the boys expect you'll just... Anyways. So, seeing how it calmed him down so much, I bent down to eye level with him. I really didn't want to do it. It seemed so ridiculous, I mean, couldn't we have used a sleeping potion? But I guessed he probably wouldn't have swallowed it. I turned to Elfangor and said "Why don't you do it?! He's your friend!" I guess I'm not very convincing... He even tried to smack me in the back of my head to get me to do it involuntarily! Such a jerk!! I whacked him after that, saying "I'll do it when I damn feel like it!!" I bent down over the elf again. He was calmer now, but he was still trying to break free of the restraints we put on him. And we couldn't have strapped his chest down, since then he wouldn't have been able to breathe. I felt my face go red. I knew I would eventually do it, but I had no intention of making it enjoyable. I finally bucked up and gave him a light kiss. He didn't calm down at ALL. Elfangor laughed. "Oh, come on, kiss him like there's no tomorrow!" I felt like just slashing him to pieces, but I knew already that the kiss wouldn't work well enough... I sighed, closed my eyes, and imagined Nide was in the elf's place. It seemed to work. He calmed down instantly, long enough for me to stitch him shut. Only at that point, I realized Elfangor was turned away from me, giggling maniacally about something in his hands. I grabbed him, turned him around, and found a camera in his hands. If elves weren't so tall, I would have gotten it from him... After that whole ordeal was over, I managed to slip out of the inn and get back into the woods before I could be captured. I expect Elfangor would do something like that, too. Such a jerk. I hope to god that Nide never finds my journal. He'd just go crazy about this. But I do want to keep the memories written down... I live too long to be able to remember everything that happens. I don't want to forget Nide for sure. But I don't think I ever will.