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Her face whitened when Alois mentioned the dead nurse and she gaped, just a bit. What an absolute t**t. She made a mental note to jab him extra hard if he came in to get blood drawn. ...No, she couldn't do that. Unfortunately, he managed to knock her rather speechless. After a deep breath, Temperance turned to the people left. "If one of you is hurt enough to require stitches, please follow me to where I have proper supplies for your ca-" Her sentence was cut off by the sound of Connor yelling. Connor never yelled, not unless it was important. She pointed back towards the area where Nasir and Aleksy rested. "Go there, okay - ask for nurse Harris or me; we can dress you." And then she was off, running, dodging around people. It pained her to leave someone who obviously needed help, but it sounded like there was a worse injury.

"Connor!" She skidded to a halt near the men, immediately dropping to her knees. "Gut wound? What else?" She scanned his body, digging out a neat pair of small scissors from her bag and passing them to Connor. "Don't peel off the fabric - it'll make it worse, but you know that." He already had Thorne in the correct position, but getting the half-delirious man to stay was another task. Quickly, she tried to bring up what she knew about gut wounds. Everything was so different when it was a real person!

She jerked a thumb at Rylan. "You his friend? Keep holding that pressure - I'll prep some dressings." Temperance began to pull out gauze rolls and fold them. The neck gash might need packing, but he wasn't spurting so that... was that. She leaned down and spoke calmly into Thorne's ear. "Hey, I need you to listen to me, to the sound of my voice. Do not move; do not talk. We are helping you so do not move - can you do that for me?" The gut wound was more pressing than the neck wound, though both were serious. She sat back up.

"Keep the scraps of shirt, Connor. Extra padding." Twisting open a water bottle, she began to dampen the pile of gauze she had. It could go down first, then the remains of the shirt, then... plastic wrap, she thought. Was there anything they could use in lieu of that?

Eve sighed defeatedly back at Nasir. "You're probably right. I might cause more panic instead of calming things down, and if you go instead that means at least one of us can get some medical help." Striding carefully forward -- she was getting gradually re-accustomed to legs, although each step meant a burst of pins and needles -- she came to sit down next to him and Aleksey again, quickly moving to pluck some of the abundant fur out of her tail. "But if this is going to work, you'll need to look more the part..."

The fur was compared to the hair on Nasir's head. It was just close enough in shade to be convincing. "Let's fill out those eyebrows and add some extra touches."

Maeve limped into the mess and chaos with a grunt of effort, bloody and barely functional, but still kicking. Still ******** kicking. She turned her eyes to the area, surveying the crowds, smelling the sickly wet stench of blood and vomit and fear. She noticed a woman a few feet away, where another man was commenting on... a hairy makeover?

"Hey," she said to Eve, "What are you doing over here? Things are getting worse upstairs, and I need to..."

She worked her mouth, lipstick stained and indistinguishable from her blood.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" She finally ended on. "Looks like this guy's about to get a lot hairier, and I know a few things about award-winning Halloween costumes."

After all, Eve looked like a woman in charge her s**t. And she also had a tail. And she was also sane.

Chester jumped like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have been, because... yeah, maybe sewing people up without clean tools had been a devastatingly bad idea. He went from bloodless and pale with shock to blotchy pink at the response from the guy with the suture thread, every word out of the German's mouth making him regret having come over here at all. He was usually rather stoic in the face of innuendo. It was probably the accent.

Ducking his head and muttering, "Sorry," at the women he'd disturbed, Chester trailed after the belligerent young man and watched as he pushed the call button. He'd been over here earlier pulling at the doors, but oddly enough, no one had tried actually summoning the thing the conventional way. "If it's coming from upstairs, there might be something unsavory inside," he advised. Well, that sounded idiotic. "Just watch out."

Cataleen watched Alois go, mouth slightly agape. His large friend followed soon behind. She was relieved to see the both of them go. She didn't the large man would have actually held her down, but the other one... yeesh. Maybe it was just how he handled stress, but he seemed dead inside, if feelings had ever lived there to begin with.

"That man has the emotional empathy of a napkin." she stated, turning back to Juniper and Temperance. She was so, so glad that there finally seemed to be someone with actual medical knowledge here! And then, just as quickly, she was gone, off to help someone with a more dire need.

"Well, thank you for staying, Juniper. Do you think you could help me over to where she was pointing? Maybe Nurse Harris can see to me." she asked.

In any other situation this would have been impressively hilarious, but as it were Eve gave a pinch of Nasir's new hair a curt tug to see if it would stay put, nodding in approval when it refused to budge. "I'm praying to every name I can think of this'll work. Thanks for your help. It looks like things have gotten serious upstairs, so I'm going to see if I can do something."

She got up, dusted loose bits of fur off her skirt, and made her way carefully upstairs.

Nasir went very still and sat very straight, especially when Maeve told him to and moved easily when she was pulling and pushing at him.

He blinked and touched at his face when Maeve was finished and nodded briefly towards Eve (head leaning as she tugged as well). "Be careful! I'll, ah ... I'm going to do my best too," he replied and was pushing himself up to stand after giving Eve a briefly worried look. She looked strong and her walk, even if it looked a little unstable, was confident. The very slight swish certainly said enough about the woman.

The young man gave Maeve a nod of thanks. "Thanks, but I'm going to ..." His hand flicked towards the path out, the one that had been barred, and he was heading towards the exit and the police cordon like they had called for.

Hopefully, hopefully they would believe him and what he had to say because ... Well. Maeve had done a fabulous job and he definitely wanted them to get all the help they could. They needed out; there were too many injured.

Like a boon from above or a short angel, Ian had descended upon them with a tarp. Which was exactly what was needed. "There's only so much we can do here." Trusting Connor to move his hands, she positioned the moist bandages on top of Thorne's wound. They couldn't have anything stuck to him there - it would make everything worse. Damp bandages, another layer for cushion, then plastic to keep the moisture.

"Thanks," she said gratefully, glancing up at tarp boy. Finally, another person who was being useful. "Connor, can you and him get the tarp round his middle? Don't tie it over the wound." And with that, her attention turned to Thorne's neck wound. Temperance trusted Connor to do a good job, despite his a*****e-ish ways.

She frowned - if he didn't have such an abdominal wound, she could have cleansed his slash with the vodka. But doing that now would only make me thrash and they couldn't afford movement that might make the gut wound worse. Those things could be sucking gaping things, riddled with infection and slow to heal. At least his intestines hadn't been spilling out. Still, it was a very, very good thing Temperance had an iron stomach. Slowly, she reached over and pressed her hands on Rylan's, trying to take over.

"Let me." She could pack the wound and wrap it securely. It'd bled through any bandage before they were out, but it would do. It had to. In an ideal situation, she could stay with Thorne, monitor him closely. This was far from ideal.