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Isla this won't hurt a bit "It's a deep cut, but hopefully that pressure should make it possible to suture without too much of an issue," Isla said, moving aside for Kalt and nodding to him gratefully as he took over. She crossed the room to grab the sutures and the needle she'd painstakingly found, sterilised and prepared - and with such limited supplies and equipment, she felt the cost of every stitch - before returning to Kalt's side. Their patient groaned at the sound of voices, an arm covering his eyes - Isla didn't think he'd be much trouble, and the majority of the pain was probably due to the fact that he'd walked all the way there on the injury. "Jagged bit of metal, it looks like. He must have nicked himself while he was walking." Through the ruins, probably - that place was a bizarre conglomeration of stuff, or so she'd heard. "Alright, if you could move the gauze?" She nodded to her apparent new nurse.