Bonding over Bandages [Anzie ; Millionarrows]

First aid was basic knowledge for the games. Without it, your chances of survival are bleak. Without it, your allies could die from something that could be easily prevented. Knowing poisons versus sickness and all the physcial aspects to it would be taxing to cram in just a few short days but those days of knowledge would surely come in handy. With a steady hand, Olivia read through yet another page of information, her fingers tracing points on the paper and then looking to the training dummy as she rolled gauze out, and began to wrap the ankle of the fake person.

"Not too tight. You'll not want to cut the circulation off." The trainer chimed in which only earned the man a sideways glare from OLivia.

"Ya think, genious?" With a headshake, she continued to do what she read in the pamplet. She angled the bandages to roll around the ankle, then flatten out around the top of the foot before she got into a figure eight routine. After a few minutes, the neatly wrapped foot was released with a quick tie to the end of the bandage, securing the job well done.

"Too easy." She mumbles and once again, flips the page to the guide to search for something else that would be taxing to do instead of the easy bandage rolling and quizical symptoms of a stomach bug. "Give me something harder to work on."

Truth be told, in the games, the wounds won't just be superficial. The wounds that tributes incur in the games would amount to something that only trained professionals would be able to attend to. Glancing upward, she let her eyes fall upon someone nearing the station that she was at, curious what their motive was.