What The Luck!?

Asher looked on as Jackson skillfully unwrapped and applied the bruise reducing cream. He also saw him grab some other items from a cabinet nearby. "This tape is strong and flexible. It is perfect for you to still bend the fingers we tape together. It will stick even in the water too." Jackson's knowledge appeared to have expanded from the cramming the previous night.

"What about the small pill you grabbed too?" Jane was curious on the use of what he was offering.

"This is an anti-inflammatory. It will keep the swelling down too. Your joint was pulled apart for a little bit of time, so it will be swollen and bruised. That can impede blood flow and in worse cases even cause clotting. This will reduce that and paired with the bruise reducing cream cause a much faster healing process."

"I feel like you are slowly turning in to a walking text book." Asher's slight joke was all too true.

"I learn a lot from my family, but I also like to memorize the books on plants for the gardening club. This just works the same way, I memorize it then I can use what I learned any time. It's an investment." Jackson's pride was clear. He was really suited for these kinds of academic activities since he was happiest when doing them.

"Are you sure you want to go in to search and rescue? You might be amazing in a disaster situation, but you might make a better surgeon like your mother." Asher could see the drive Jackson had and only see the fact that Jackson could memorize many medical texts and be an amazing doctor or surgeon.

"Wouldn't he be doing that with search and rescue at a disaster? He would have to operate, treat patients, and even solve problems that cover a wide range. It is the same thing just more broad." Art had already seen this from the conversation.

"That is my thinking and how I explained what I wanted to do to my parents after I had changed my future plans. I also figure I can still have a garden when I am not out on the job." Jackson could only imagine the massive garden he would one day foster.

"And done. You should be fine by morning. But keep it tapped while you sleep, you move a lot more in your sleep than you think." This was one thing his mother had taught him when he cut himself on broken glass while gardening. She had fixed him up and warned him to keep it covered, now he would pass the lesson down to any he helped in this way.

"That was so fast, and look, it's perfect. Not too loose or too tight."Jane was impressed by the perfection in his work. Jackson and Art could only feel that they were slightly behind, but had definitely learned from watching the process.

"Thanks. Between the books, my mother, and some practice in the gardening club I have gotten pretty good at small injuries. It's the bog injuries that I am not comfortable with yet. No show me your hand." Art showed him the purple bruising on his hand.

Jackson worked in much the same way by applying some bruise reducing cream and giving Art a pill. But he also made him hold an ice pack on it too. His ankle was a less serious problem and Jackson expertly wrapped it up in a bandage. "That feels a lot better. My ankle was kind of weak there."

"If you don't have it wrapped today and tomorrow then it would only get worse. Because when you are hurt somewhere even if you don't think about it, you move differently. That can cause stress and before you know it the problem is two, three, or even more." Jackson had read this the night before and was very amend about it. He knew that proper rest and treatment was needed for any injury "Even a paper cut can kill if treated poorly." This would become his new motto in life.

Art was happy to have things treated better, but he was starting to feel hungry. "We have enough points for lunch right? Are we planning to build more?" Asher looked at his friends' minor injuries and wanted to say yes but that would be against his best judgment.

"Naa, we can eat then head to the camp store. I have plenty of points for what we need. We can make campfire cookies and relax. Then we will be energized for training for tonight." Asher also didn't want to let the prospect of Art's cookies to slip away. His food loving heart would break without them.

"How many points do you have? I thought you would need them too?" Jane asked just out of curiosity. The only one who knew that Asher was well over a hundred from finding the egg and doing activities before campers got there was Jackson and Laura.

"Just a few. I have enough for whatever. Don't worry about it. Tomorrow you can buy me lunch if you feel like I am spending too much." Art just nodded and stretched his arms as he stood back up.

Jackson, you're coming with us, right? You can tell us more about first aid and herbs we can used to heal minor wounds on the way." Jane had sneakily been watching Jackson and wanted to steal information from him. She knew he was realms above her in basic knowledge when it came to these things. She also knew it would reduce the number of classes they needed to use their points to take.

"There are tons of plants around here that we can use. I think they planted them so campers could learn and use them. It's really amazing how planned out it all is." Jackson gained energy immediately, his face all smiles.

"Then off we go to the dining cabin." Asher opened the door and led the way. The group of four passed by some campers but didn't see many about. They were all still off trying to gain points. Most would be stuck sleeping outside, but it would be fine because the few points they did earn would be enough for food.