Sable's Experiences

[Reeves]

At first he was more concerned with just how much damage had been done to her shoulder and how complicated a bullet removal was going to be. So his response to more ungrateful behavior had to wait for a few moments. He gave no warning of whether this would hurt or not, because it very obviously would. "Your options are me or nothing so either deal with my mediocrity at anything related to medicine or bleed to death, because you will very soon if I don't pull the fragments out and then seal the wound." They were harsh words, but it seemed to come from a place of absolute honesty rather than spur of the moment anger. There wasn't much else he had to offer in terms of conversation, much too focused on finding bits of metal, extracting them and placing the bits in a tray nearby. He would only stopped this painful process when he felt confident in the fact that all the pieces accounts for an entire bullet. The entire process was tedious, having to constantly apply pressure using gauze to keep the bleeding under control after every piece was extracted. It was remarkable he managed to even accomplish that much. Eventually dumping the tweezers into the tray with a sigh of relief for himself. The rest was simple enough, if only time consuming to do. But in the span of thirty minutes he was making the final touches in properly bandaging over the freshly stitched up wound.

"What ship did you come here in? If you can clean yourself up and not leave a trail of blood, a disguise and some quick walking should get you out." He almost made it sound like a prison break of sorts, finally withdrawing his hands and nodding that she could zip herself back up. He didn't seem unnerved by all the blood on his hands but was compelled to wash them immediately out of concern for disease.

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