Sable's Experiences

[Reeves]

His posture visibly relaxed now that there was no immediate risk of having the wrong end of a gun pointed at him. It wasn't as if he had no sense of self preservation after all. He spent a few moments ignoring her to make sure he had everything he needed before beginning to set down the items on the nightstand just beside the bed in the far corner of the room. It was only after doing all this that he'd bother to answer. "I'm going to patch up that broken wine dispenser you'd normally call a shoulder. Sit down and unzip that suit so I can actually see the damage." The average man might have said that with perverse intentions, but Damian's tone was far too detached to suggest that. Simpler still, he just wasn't the average man. He appeared to be sterilizing a pair of tweezers while awaiting the compliance of his uninvited guest. Damian was by no means a doctor, but there were a few things a criminal ought to know how to do, or anyone with a serious intention to survive for that matter.

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