Julian was at a loss, looking at the medical kits that he had packed. His powers of healing were above average, so there wouldn't be a need for sutures or staples.
Hell, he probably wouldn't need to worry about wound dressings or antibiotics. But what did have him unnerved was the pain that was to come during the rapid regeneration.
The man sighs, tossing a bottle of alcohol on the hotel bed, ready to close the makeshift surgical kit bag when he spies the local anesthetic block. He takes it into his hand, wondering if it was worth a shot and if it would last long enough in his system.
Then again, the man didn't have a clue if the pellets were in deep or if they were more superficial. Raising his head to the door, Julian noticed that Jain wasn't back yet. Chewing at his bottom lip, the man decides to try, removing a syringe and a couple of hypodermic needles.
Bastardizing medicine, he drew up 7cc and changed out needles before sitting on the bed. He pulls up the leg of his boxers, estimating the incision area, injecting it in various areas on the side of his upper left thigh.
Each puncture created a sharp burning sensation that quickly dissipated into numbness, allowing him to finally exhale as the werehyena finally walked inside.
