the doctor is in

Angela Green | 28 | Doctor affiliated with the diamonds under construction

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The Importance of Saying “Please” / Angela + Mitchell

@dr-angelagreen​         

          The Diamond interrogator found himself once again in front of the doors of Dr. Green’s office, only this time it was not about any of his victims, it was about him. In all honesty, he did try to patch himself up before his ego allowed him to seek out help (the patching did not go as he imagined it to; he had only one hand – imagine that! – to hold a bottle of whiskey and the needle with), and he knew that Angela Green was just the person for the situation.

          Usually, his right hand, nurse-in-command was Rogue, and vice versa, but this time, the circumstances of his wound were slightly off and different; not the kind of ones that Rogue would be more than happy to help him with (and she loved knitting up the ones that she made). Exasperated by the fact that his stubborn cut would not stop bleeding, Mitchell sighed before bringing his healthy hand to the door before he knocked a few times on it; his patience, however, came in little doses and right now, the patience container was close to being empty. “Can I come in?” a rather rhetorical question it was once he not only came inside but also planted himself on the nearest chair, his grimace the living proof of the pain he was going through; although the man did not have the intention to come across as rude, he did not have the time for common pleasantries, “I’d be,” he muttered, taking off the black sweater with one hand, careful not move the disputed arm too much, “more than thankful if you could,” his voice low as a growl, “finish this knot that I have previously started.”

          Once the sweater was off, he exposed the cut (not naïve at all – the son of a bitch that came after him with a rusty pocket knife sure did possess a certain amount of vigor) and the sloppy patch that he commenced, advocating his incompetence to finish it off by himself. “Please.” He was out of breath but he did know the importance of a nice word. After all, he did just barge in unannounced. 

[dr-angelagreen]

Angela had designed her clinic around the premise that she would help anyone at anytime, no matter their circumstances and regardless of their ability to pay. Thankfully, she had a team of staff members who understood that. Her staff didn’t question when someone came stumbling into the facility covered in blood or with a stab wound the size of Texas spanning across their stomach, but rather they set them up in one of the exam rooms and notified the doctor and her scheduled patients that there was something more pressing she needed to attend to first. 

That’s why it didn’t surprise her that Mitchell had found his way to her personal office. He was anything but calm and collected right now, and she imagined that her secretary hadn’t had the gusto to stop him from barging back from the lobby. It didn’t bother her at all. She had already dropped her pen onto the open file she’d been updating and was rounding the edge of her desk by the time he had uttered the word ‘please.’ She shut the door behind him to allow them both some privacy before immediately circling around to him and peering over at the half-stitched cut on his arm, one hand finding the back of his chair and the other gingerly gripping his elbow to keep his arm still and stable so she could examine it quickly. “This is pretty deep, Mitch,” she told him after a moment, her voice still as calm as ever. It was no use berating him for a sloppy patch job; it was clear he knew it was bad, otherwise he wouldn’t have been in her office. “What the hell happened?” 

As she waited for him to respond, she glanced up to his face. His pupils were dilated, which could be attributed to any number of substances or to the pain itself. “Hold that thought,” she interrupted, straightening herself up and circling around to the door again, eager to get some gloves and some gauze, at the very least. She fixed him with a pointed stare, one that was void of judgment but still suggested she needed the truth if she was going to continue. “I’m going to grab some stuff from the supply closet. Is there anything in your body that I should know about before I start loading you up on other drugs?”

[dr-angelagreen]

tessa-cross:

“I’m okay,” Tessa called out when she caught sight of someone approaching in her peripheral. Contrary to her reassurance she winced and slowly rocked her weight to one side and attempted to stand up on her own. Once she was perched on her heels she reached for the empty coffee cup and shuddered, the liquid that soaked her pants quick to cool and sent a chill up her spine. “I doubt it, wouldn’t be able to feel it if it did,” she responded and sighed, finally looking up to the stranger and taking the offered help to properly stand. “I’m just a klutz, I should have known better than to think I would win a fight against black ice. Where did you come from, anyway? I didn’t think too many would be out this late at night.”

“I was window shopping,” she answered easily with a quick glance over her shoulder towards the store she had just come from. Angela’s expression tugged into a frown then at the girl’s obvious discomfort. It came as no surprise to the doctor that she was experiencing a little bit of pain, but there wasn’t much she could do to help her with that aside from remaining steady and solid as she pulled her up off the ground a moment later. “You didn’t hit your head, did you?” she asked sympathetically before briefly turning her attention to her own purse. She rummaged through it for a moment before she was able to produce a couple of antiseptic wipes in individual packages. “You can use these to clean off the coffee, if you want,” she offered, extending the wipes out to her.

[dr-angelagreen]

thewolfreak:

Wolfrick smiled back at her. He walked behind her, casually looking around to spot his client until she turned back. Her way of saying things was pretty similar to Tea’s, just that this definitely sounded a lot more flirty. He made a thinking face before replying. “Hmmm, normally I’d stay with black coffee, but I feel like feeding myself some more sugar, so I’ll go with a mokachino if it’s not much to ask you, sweet lady” he ends up swinging himself in his feet.

Once they reached the coffee cart, Angela nodded her head. “You got it,” she told him with a polite smile before turning to the man behind the register. She ordered his drink and a quick top-off of her own cup of black coffee. As she waited for their drinks, she took a deep breath and silently scolded herself for being so forward. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into her, but it was very unlike her to be so brazen. “Here you go,” she said as she handed the cup to him. “I’m Angela, by the way.”

[dr-angelagreen]

alexdiamonds:

Angela was good at her job, there was really no denying that, so he complied with everything she asked, sitting still as she inspected the wound. It was healing well enough by his estimation, Peter’s stitches doing their job well enough from what he could tell.

“That’s what I figured. It wasn’t deep, just a lot of blood. Got a cut above my eyebrow too, bled like a bitch but I just cleaned it out.” He muttered, nodding and doing just as she asked, pressing back against her hand and then looking up at her expectantly. “Still hurts a little, but it doesn’t feel different other than that, really,” he offered after a second. “I’ve had worse, I guess.”

Angela nodded appreciatively at the way he described his pain level after pushing against her hand; it was exactly the information she needed. “Yeah, it looks good. I think you’re going to live,” she told him in jest, a smile tugging at her lips as she released his arm. “I’m gonna clean it again, though, and put something on it to help it heal a little faster and scar a little less.”

She returned to the cabinet against the wall then and pulled the necessary materials out before quickly returning to her seat on the stool. “How much worse?” she asked conversationally. “What’s the worst injury you’ve had?” With everything she needed laid out on the table beside him, she fell silent in concentration as she worked to clean the wound again, allowing him ample time to answer.

[devlinofnyc]

Devlin was a guy that had seen a lot. Battle, was certainly one of them. The experience of pain was another. He rarely found himself reacting to pain like he heard others did. Not after his time in captivity. When the amounts of physical pain and torture became a part of your every day life for such an extended period of time, you sort of learned how to rewire your brain, how to place the pain last on your list of focuses. Of initially he felt it, when the cut happened, when that first burst of initial pain came. But then he breathed deeply, relaxed his muscles, and found other things to think about. And so the pain was reduced to something dull, a sensation far back in the depths of your consciousness. By the look on Angela’s face, his visit was unexpected but the seriousness of his injuries were not. Then again she was a level headed girl, Dev would never expect her, or much anyone, to understand his unchangeable need to get physical. “All pain is relative Doc. Its a neat skill, isn’t it? Learning how to manage the pain.. A little.” He shrugged casually. “I’ve had a lot worse.” Dev added conversationally, as many instances of his past presented themselves as being on a quite different level compared to this one. 

When she stepped closer he bent his back a little, resting a hand on the bench for support as to not tip backwards entirely. He’d imagine that lying down would be more prudent but he also expected she would ask him to. “Uhm, I couldn’t find needle and thread so I used the thinnest kind of wire I could find in my toolbox. I ran out at the end so I had to finish with staples. Its uncomfortable but a quick fix.” Dev couldn’t help but smile. “You know I’ve been in the thick of it before Ang. Remember I told you about that time in Belfast where I had to patch up one of my buddies who had two gunshots and we were pinned down in an empty building under construction? Or when I took a hit with a knife across my collar bone when I was eighteen?” Mentioning these past events his eyes lighted up with the kind of excitement that was rare for him to show. Devlin admitted to loving three things in life. Boxing, as in the art of fighting, his motorcycle, and his work. And talking about the past connected to his work was for sure something he did not get to do with a lot of others.

[dr-angelagreen]

Angela pursed her lips at his statement. She wasn’t sure she would use the word neat, but he did have a point."It does come in handy, I suppose,” she agreed with a nod. “Especially in your line of work.” She breathed out a laugh then as she tried her best to keep the conversation light despite the severity of his injury. “I know you’re really macho and super stoic and all that,” she teased, though her tone was still somehow sincere, “but I really do wish you would be a little more careful with yourself.” It was all well and good to be able to compartmentalize the pain, but being able to ignore it wouldn’t do him any good if the injury was severe enough to cause serious damage or, worse, to kill him. From the stories he’d told her thus far, it had sounded like he had had a few close brushes with death already, and she didn’t want to lose him. She considered him a good friend. More out of courtesy than anything, then, she mumbled, “you’re gonna feel a little pinch,” before she pressed the syringe into his skin and injected the lidocaine to numb him.

She stood from her stool then and returned to the cabinet in the corner, glancing over her shoulder at the man as he launched into the story of his own suture work, if he could even call the wire and the staples in his side actual suture work. She was shaking her head before he had even finished explaining. “If you’re going to insist on sewing yourself together in the future without actual surgical thread, I’d rather you use dental floss,” she told him playfully with a hint of a smile. “It’ll hold and it’s much more sanitary.” She collected her supplies from the cabinet then and sat back down on her stool beside the exam table. She paused to look up at him then as he began to tell her about his past. A smile slid onto her lips; the content of his stories could sometimes be the plot of horror films, sure, but he always told them in a way that made them sound fun and adventurous; she loved it and she could tell that he did too. “Tell me a new story,” she prompted as she turned her attention back to side to begin taking out the wire. “One that really sticks out to you.”

[dr-angelagreen]

jeb-abrams:

Jeb had to let out a laugh as her tone switched to that of concern. He would often just come to Angela at random periods during the week when he was bored. As a child, he had a fear of doctors, perhaps even a phobia, but he was fine with her. “It was just a piece of glass,” he waved his other hand dismissively, “Slipped on some ice down some alleyway, which coincidentally led to me falling onto glass. I’ve got a few other cuts, but they stopped bleeding pretty quickly. This one? Not so much.”

He felt her hand on his back, letting her lead him into the office. “I’ll help you unload them once it’s calmed down, though,” Jeb shrugged, only seeing it as a polite thing to do. Once they were in her office, he sat down, letting out a deep sigh. “How long do you think this is going to take, though?” he asked, “I’ve got a sick dog back home, and it’s probably going to take me about thirty minutes to get back there.”

The corners of her lips just barely tugged down into a frown. Angela could only imagine the full extent of what a gang member might get up to in an alleyway, and she definitely wasn’t one to judge - she’d joined a gang on her own accord too, technically - but Jeb was so young. She worried about him a lot because of that, but she certainly didn’t think it was her place to say anything about it directly. “They salt the main sidewalks, don’t they? Maybe you should try to stick to those from now on,” she encouraged as subtly as she could. “Less dangerous.”

Once they reached her floor, she guided him into one of the exam rooms and quickly pulled on a pair of gloves before pointing to the exam table. “Take a seat. I’ll try to make it as quick as possible,” she assured him, already pulling on a pair of blue gloves from the box on the counter. “And I’ll pay for a cab so you can get there sooner and so I can rest assured you won’t be wandering through anymore alleys filled with ice. Deal?” 

[tessa-cross]

The falling snow and bitter cold may have caused some to stay in or slow in their daily routine, but Tessa was not one of them. It brought out her inner child and a new bounce in her step. The view from the restaurant to the white blanketed street was one that kept the diners distracted while they waited for their meals and something that caused the manager to try and catch sight of whenever she could. It was a strange mindset - Sh had lived in the city her entire life, yet couldn’t help but pause during the long shift and take in the wintery mix with wide-eyes and a growing smile.

The ice, however, was far from welcome. After the restaurant was closed up for the night and the money safely secured in her office, Tessa made herself a cup of coffee to-go and headed out the front door, pausing to lock it behind her before swapping the key for the phone in her pocket. Coffee in one hand and phone in the other, she only made it to the nearest intersection when the black ice made an appearance and caught her off guard. “Christ!” The high-pitched yelp punctured the air as her feet gave out from under her and she crashed onto her rear, coffee falling from her hand and spilling out onto both herself and the sidewalk. 

[dr-angelagreen]

There was a beautiful purse in the window of the cute mom and pop shop down the street from the restaurant, and as embarrassed as she was to admit it, Angela had been standing there swooning over it for close to five minutes now. She had a very strict rule against buying herself gifts during the holiday season, which was precisely why her window shopping had stayed window shopping and not converted into actual shopping. If it was any other time of year, it would have already been on her arm. 

Admittedly she would have stood there longer to look at it, but a sudden, quick cry from down the block stole her attention from the window. She jumped, a tad startled, and turned just in time to see the cup of coffee splash all over the stranger and the ground. She hurried as quickly as she could in her heels over to the girl - being extra cautious on what was apparently an icy sidewalk - and reached down to offer the girl her hand. “Are you okay?” she asked her with a look of concern. “Did the coffee burn you?” 

[samantharedford]

She felt almost guilty for not coming to the stoop for a while, but when she’d joined the Hearts she seemed to have stopped doing quite a few things. It was her stoop, her little space in the world and sitting there a bottle of peach flavored vodka at her side the redhead played with her lighter. Flicking it on and off occasionally licking her fingertips and running them along the flames. She’d thought that she was hidden away enough, not many people she knew now came over to this side of town and those she had known were long gone. Music still swirled around through the air in the distance and the clattering of living people still made it’s own accompaniment. Yet four people were dead, Julia was dead, Rebecca was dead. People were still living and they were dead and it was so inexplicably unfair. How could they be celebrating Christmas, how could they be happy? Dragging in a ragged breath she took another sip of the drink before frowning down at her lap, in a spur of the moment decision the redhead pulled off her scarf ripping it apart she shoved a portion of it down the neck of the bottle. Getting up she marched towards the nearby dumpster lighting the end of the molotov cocktail, winding back her arm and throwing it as hard as she could at the property’s garbage. The glass shattered and the trash quickly became engulfed in flames shining brightly. Samantha didn’t know what she expected to happen, no satisfaction came, no flicker of joy that typically came with witnessing the hungry flame taking in everything that came near it. She didn’t know when she took in a breath how long she might have been holding it in but as her vision blurred with tears once more the petite redhead let it out folding in on herself. “Fuck.” She wanted to have been there, she wanted to been able to protect her family, but they were gone now. Hearing a noise behind her Samantha glanced over her should hair sliding down over her shoulder with the movement falling in a bright red wave to match the flames just ahead. “What?” 

[dr-angelagreen]

Angela rarely found herself on this side of town, but it was a relatively nice night out (meaning, it wasn’t bitterly cold for a change and the snow had decided to cease for a short while) and she had just finished a dinner date with one of her friends nearby. She had opted for walking home for a change instead of taking a cab as she usually would. This was how she found herself at this stranger’s stoop, staring wide-eyed and aghast at the large orange flames swallowing the dumpster down the alley. It took her a moment to snap out of it and remember that she needed to call 9-1-1 to report the fire, and it wasn’t until after she hung up from the call that she saw the redhead laying a few feet in front of the dumpster. She rushed over to her then, crouching down beside her and wrapping her hands around both of her upper arms. “You need to get up,” she told her firmly in her panicked-but-calm voice that she usually reserved for patients who came through the emergency room when she was on call. She tugged upwards on her arms then as if she was willing her to stand. “We need to get out of here before this gets worse,” she continued, glancing briefly at the flames that seemed so much closer now. “Are you hurt? Can you stand?” 

[dr-angelagreen]

thewolfreak:

He chuckles along with her, nodding. “When you have two scarves on, you know the thing is serious” he agreed, her next request catching him completely off guard. It’s been a while since an unknown person approached him like this. Not knowing who he was, not knowing what he did. It was a little unsettling. Still, he looked down shyly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “If you so insist” he said, not seeing a problem with it. If his client came, at all, he’d just come back, the ice skating wouldn’t be finished for around three more hours.

“I do insist,” she answered with a grin. It occurred to her that her offer was a tad forward, but it was too late to take it back now. Angela glanced around then, trying to spot the closest coffee cart. There were sure to be several at an event like this. When she found one, she turned her attention back to the man in front of her. “What’s your poison?” she asked. “Do you like your coffee black? Do you prefer a latte? Or are you that weird kind of person who doesn’t need caffeine during the day and would prefer a cup of tea?” 

[dr-angelagreen]

jeb-abrams:

Jeb wasn’t so much of a fan of the big attacks both gangs seemed to do. He wasn’t keen on violence full stop, so everytime someone died as a result of being in a gang, he didn’t necessarily celebrate like a lot of the others did. He also didn’t like the tension it brought. It didn’t take a genius to know that the Hearts weren’t going to let the Diamonds stamp all over them, and there was undoubtedly going to be a reconcilliation. For this reason, he didn’t want to hang around the HQ for longer than he needed to. Who knows when they were going to strike?

The reason he was standing outside Angela’s office, however, wasn’t anything to do with the recent happenings in the gang world. Although it didn’t feel like such a big deal, he had fell and cut his hand on some glass. Common sense and experience told him to apply pressure to the wound, but it hadn’t stopped, and it was too big just to put a band aid on it and hope for the best, which was what he normally did. “Uh, I don’t know if you’d like me to help you,” he laughed, lifting his left hand to show her the blood-soaked t-shirt, “Seems kinda unhygenic.” There was no more pain where the wound was, which was why he was sure it was a just a cut, so he felt like he could laugh about it. That was how he tended to deal with everything.

Angela raised her head again when she recognized the man’s voice. She was ready to joke back about how he was just trying to get out of work, but the sight of the blood all over his shirt and dried on his hand made her pause and shake her head. “Yeah, no, don’t touch the boxes,” she answered, her expression immediately turning into one of concern. She retuned the box in her hands to its spot in the truck and hurried over to where he was standing. He’d come to her often for silly little injuries, sure, but this was a lot more blood than usual for his typical visits. “Jeb, what did you do?” she asked, glancing over the wound quickly. 

Before he had a chance to answer, she had placed a hand on his back and was gently guiding him towards the building. A quick glance over her shoulder told her that the man who had driven the truck full of supplies to her building had seen the injury, too, so she didn’t feel bad about making him wait a little longer to finish unloading the truck. She’d come back to finish it later. “Come on. Let’s go clean this up.” 

[dr-angelagreen]

bellaxlawrence:

Isabella was impressed with Angela’s initiative to think ahead. It was truly the calm before the storm and it was a given that the Hearts would avenge their deceased members. How exactly they would do it was the issue that the Diamonds were going to have to face, but the violence and casualties were certainly inevitable in their case. “You’re always looking out for us and if anyone hasn’t said it yet, well here I am telling you that I’m quite grateful for that. We’re truly lucky to have you.” Bella sincerely said as a gentle smile graced her lips.

Following the brunette inside the building, Bella entered the elevator and nodded in response to Angela’s offer. “Yeah sure, take out sounds good. What are you craving?” She paused as soon as a sudden thought crossed her mind. “By the way, has Ace visited you yet? Was he okay?”

As soon as they were both comfortably in the elevator, Angela pressed the button for the third floor and leaned back against the wall. She hadn’t expected the woman’s gratitude and it was hard to hide her smile. “You’re very sweet. Thank you,” Angela replied, fighting the urge to duck her head to hide the faint blush that had risen to her cheeks. “It’s my pleasure, I promise. Everyone is so kind and I’ve been lucky enough to make some really good friends from this job.” 

When the elevator opened again on the third floor, she stepped out and led her friend towards her personal office. “I could really go for some Chinese,” she answered as she stepped into the room and set the box down on the ever-growing pile in the corner. The woman’s next question caught her off-guard, so she turned to her and furrowed her brows. “No, I haven’t seen him yet. Have you?” 

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Shay Mitchell: Yep!! Anyone else??

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[devlinofnyc]

Devlin was probably one of the few who actually liked going to the doctors office. And it was a new thing for him as well. As a kid he had hated it, anything to do with doctors. Though he was fairly certain his lack of apprehension in this case was based on how well he liked Angela, and not the fact that she was a doctor. It was one of the most human interactions he had the pleasure and privilege of having, and seeing as he got injured a lot, he was here often. “Oh you know me Ang, its a good deal of both. I do like your company though. Trouble just seems to follow me around.” He said, though his tone was teasing, his words also rang true. Walking in beside her Dev gave another smile. “Thank you.” 

Well inside he set down the boxes and shrugged off his leather jacket, hanging the item on one of the pegs, before letting her point him into a room of her choosing. Very casually Devlin settled himself on the stretcher she had standing against the wall, fairly certain that he’d only be moving there shortly if he’d sat down in a chair, and so not seeing the point of such a detour. “Well Doc, here’s the deal..” Running a hand trough his hair first, he then casually pulled up the hem of his t-shirt, revealing the seven inches long cut across his abdomen and the poor stitching he’d put there attempting to sew himself up. “Got in another fight last night. The guy had a knife, and as you can see, I wasn’t quick enough.” He admitted with a small shrug. The wound was inflamed, and though he did not notice much of the pain, he still wasn’t stupid enough not to have it tended to. “So I was hoping you’d fix me up. Because I tried and partly failed on my own.” 

[dr-angelagreen]

Angela sat down on the rolling stool near the counter to listen to him explain, but she didn’t sit there for long before she was up and reaching for a pair of  blue gloves in the box near the sink. The man was in her office often, sure, but he usually came in for smaller cuts and bruises. A cut this large - and by the looks of it, this deep - wasn’t something she expected from him today, and especially not from just ‘a fight last night’.  Somehow she didn’t think that was in his job description. “How the hell did you carry those boxes up here, Devlin?” she tried to tease, though it wasn’t the question she needed an answer to. Instead, she followed up with, “Surely you’re in pain, aren’t you?” 

Once she had her gloves on, she stepped towards him and bent down just enough to inspect the wound carefully. “Fuck, did you suture these yourself? How did you-. What did you even use for sutures?” she questioned. She was trying her best to keep her tone as light as she could, but the concern was starting to slip through. She studied the wound for another couple of seconds before she stood again and rounded the stretcher to open the cabinet on the other side. “I’m going to get you a babysitter, I swear,” she half-jokes as she rummages through the cabinet to find a syringe and a small bottle of lidocaine. “Take your shirt off and get comfortable,” she sighs. “This is gonna take a little while.” 

[dr-angelagreen]

thewolfreak: 

Wolf turned around to study the woman with more detail. Doctors were in his client list for morphine, but she did not match any of the symptoms that the exterior had for a morphling, so he smiled softly, giving her a more humane expression. “That sounds nice” he talked, clearing his throat right after. “I admire these people who can be out there with those outfits in such temperatures. I’m freezing” he added, clutching his sweater tightly.

Angela chuckled at his comment, and her breath formed a little fog in the air as if to further support his point. “Right? I don’t know how she’s doing it, because I’ve got three layers on and I’m nearly shivering,” she agrees with a nod of her head. “I think the only thing saving me is this coffee,” she notes, raising the cup in her hand to draw his attention to it. “Can I buy you a cup?” 

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alexdiamonds:

“He probably shouldn’t, but I guess you never really know. Stranger things have happened.” He adjusted his grip on the box, waiting to follow her up and into the building, passing the time in the elevator with idle chat. Angela was easy to get along with, even if he was certain that she probably wanted to kick his ass for showing up in her office so often with a new injury of some kind - new cuts and bruises. An assassin’s life was never dull, after all.

He left the box with the others Angela had brought up and perched on the exam bench, starting to roll up his sleeve. “I just wondered if you’d take a look at this for me. Took a knife the other night when I was working a hit, had a friend bandage it up.” He offered his bandaged arm in her direction for her inspection. “Nothing big, doc. Honestly.”

Angela was quietly pulling a pair of gloves out of the box on the counter before the man had even finished his explanation. Diamond members - especially assassins and those who dealt with the violence on a more regular basis - had a way of discounting the severity of their injuries. Knife wounds could be deceptively tricky, though, so she took his ‘nothing big’ comment with a grain of salt. “Let’s take a look.” She pulled on the gloves and peeled off the bandage carefully. 

She took his forearm gently into her hands and looked over the wound thoroughly under the light, twice to be safe.“It doesn’t look too bad, actually,” she told him after a moment of silence. “I want to check your strength just to make sure it didn’t hit a muscle, though,” she continued, one of her hands moving to straighten his fingers and push them gently towards the back of his wrist, the other still supporting his arm. “Press up against my hand, please.”