emergency
With a steadying breath, Naeun pushed her panic aside, slipping into the familiarity of her role as a nurse. This she could do. This was safe. Lifting her chin, expression stubbornly schooled, Naeun crossed the room and knelt next to the older man. “I’ll live. The question is, will he?” She glanced pointedly at the bandit lying prone nearby. Catching the stranger’s eye, Naeun carefully took the bandages and medicine vial from his hands. “What do you need?”
He gratefully handed over the items to the other woman. “I didn’t see any bite marks on him, so hopefully not.” Sungyeol replied grimly, and that really sucked because there was no point to all of this if the man had been bitten. If he died, he would turn and then they would all be in trouble, so he could not see why those other men from earlier were so adamant in getting their comrade treated. Some kind of strong brotherly love? Well… It didn’t matter, especially not at this point in time. Sungyeol took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, clenching his fists to try and stop them from shaking so much. He hated this feeling, hated being in such unfamiliar surroundings. He had gotten too used to the drab and peeling paint of the hospital walls, but at least he had an idea of what he had to do.
Sungyeol glanced to the side, where the men had been generous enough to leave a basin of water and some cloths. He unclenched his fists and kept his voice steady this time. “They’re mostly flesh wounds, we just have to clean and dress them, and stitch him up a little. Is there any antiseptic and thread in there?”
Sungyeol glanced back at the casualty lying down not so far away where the only indication that he was alive was the slight up and down movement of his chest, barely noticeable. They should hurry. Sungyeol stood up and grabbed the cloths and water. "You know how to dress a wound, right?"
