Doctor, Doctor

Nurse? Of course not! Medical assistant, perhaps, but Kalt’s training could have rivaled some of the best doctors back in Northwind. He was there now to lend a hand where needed and keep his mind and hands occupied. Without stimulation, the man’s boredom could leave a trail of bodies in its wake. Not the best when trying to lie low. Isla told him the injury was likely caused by a piece of jagged metal, and Kalt had to keep himself from grinning. Was likely from the ruins, if he was to venture an educated guess. He had gone there before with Ashe, though she didn’t know it was him that she was chasing. However, that was neither here nor there at the moment. At her direction, Kalt carefully peeled the gauze away from the wound, the left corner of his lips pulling downward briefly at the sight of the injury. She was right, it was definitely deep, but it would heal with enough time. With the gauze being moved, the wound started to bleed a little more, confirming his previous thought about not opening the clotting. Still, it had to be done. He placed his hands over and under the wound, bringing the skin together carefully to make the line up for her sutures easier and hopefully slow the bleeding at least a little bit. kalt give into the night.