Jude focuses on the wound, checking it out to see what the necessary treatment would be. They had removed the bullet a short moment ago, and the man had already woken up. He was surprised at that, with the drugs they had used. Most would still be asleep. Sadly, it seemed like the pain medication had worn off. “I just said that because of how tense you are. You need to let me to clean and dress your wounds. I know it hurts…but if you keep doing what you are now, you’ll bleed MORE.”
And it should hurt. He shouldn’t have been awake at all for the surgery. He shouldn’t have had the medicine wear off so fast. It was all odd, and new. It happened at times with people who had procedures done enough, but he should have had the orders for a higher dosage.
“And I do know what I’m doing. I’ve been here a while.” He answers again, a bit more serious this time. It was like the man was insulting him. He wasn’t some amateur. “Do you get wounds like this a lot?”
Hopefully, with asking some questions, he could knock down some of their options. He wanted to figure out why he wasn’t being affected so much.
Victor growls, but he tries to relax his arm and hand as much as possible. It’s hard--it hurts, dammit!--but hopefully he made an improvement. He’s worried about his arm, and he wants to avoid interfering with the doctor’s work as much as possible.
That doesn’t stop him from glaring at the younger man out of the corner of one eye. He doesn’t trust him entirely, but unfortunately, a doctor was a doctor in an emergency. It’d be fine as long as this one could be convinced to keep his mouth shut. Hopefully.
“...It’s happened before,” he answers finally, grudgingly. “Not my shoulder though. I’ve been on the wrong end of a knife a few times as well.”
