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Stichtite had been out on patrol, begrudgingly testing out the fact he could now teleport. As much as he hated it to his core, the fact he was using magic, he couldn’t argue with the fact it saved time and his time was always in short supply. The familiar ping from the tablet he kept in his bag, a simple mundane canvas one so he could avoid subspace for things he needed to have quickly. Not that subspace was slow but again it was magic and if he could keep things on his person, where he could touch it if needed, then he was going to do that as well.

Once he looked at the message, he checked the location ping versus his current location and found he was only a block away. Close enough that he decided just to book it down the block as he saw a glimpse of that long pink hair. It seemed that there weren’t any order signatures nearby so he didn’t bother with his weapons and just kept an eye out as he made his final approach.

He could smell blood before he saw it, something he was familiar with from work, and already started reaching for his bag. “Are you alright Valeria?” Walking around, he glanced over the downed civilian who also looked worse for wear but that wasn’t his purview right now.

Looking her over for a moment and taking in her words, he started going through the steps for what he needed to do as he pulled out the rest of what he needed from his first aid bag. Thinking for just one more moment though, as his fingers brushed against one more thing in his bag he looked up at her. “Do you know what they’ve overdosed on? I have Narcan but if you don’t know then it would be better to leave them for the ambulance. A weak pulse and breathing could mean that Narcan would work but…” It was an odd place they were in, where medical attention would save them but time wasn’t something the person lying on the couch had.

Shaking his head, he reached over to check their pulse and breathing just in case. Keeping the time in his head as he went, it was slow and weak but not as bad as it could be. “How far out do you think they might be? They should be okay for another ten minutes, even if their pulse is weak it is stable still.” Standing back up, he looked at the blood pooling between her fingers.

“I can fix that up a bit, as best as possible for something in the field. Probably better than most others.” Internally cringing as the memory of his cousin's scars came to mind.

“That’s alright, just keep an eye on them. I’d rather not dose them if we don’t know, it wouldn’t do any good.” Already going ahead with things, he tore just a bit more of their uniform to get a good look at the wound and went about cleaning it and making sure there wasn’t anything in there that shouldn’t be.

Working quickly, while keeping a feel out for any signatures, Stichtite dabbed antiseptic on things with one hand as he pulled out butterfly tape for now. He’d to proper stitches and wound treatment after they moved but he needed the small edges to not tear any more given it was on a place that moved and had a strain.

“I’ve done some mild prep work, but the rest we will handle shortly. It’s not something I’d like to do in a place where I have to worry about that getting in a wound.” Eyeing the white powder that was covering most surfaces in the house, he really didn’t need that getting into their bloodstream.

Hearing the faint sound of sirens, he grabbed her other shoulder gently and got ready to move. “I’ll be bringing you nearer to one of the clinics I work with, not inside of course because of cameras and security but at least somewhere cleaner where I can work.” To the nice park near his clinic where there were stone tables and benches to play chess on. There was a lot of coverage from the weeping willows that were a back drop on things and he could use that to his advantage for the moment while he worked.

“Then we’re in agreement.” Nodding and then teleporting them both to that park, he sat her down on the stone bench and went to work after rolling out his kit on one of the stone chess tables. Picking out what he needed, he cleaned his hands with sanitizer and pulled gloves on.

“It’ll hurt a bit because I don’t carry local anestethic on patrol, I apologize in advance.” It would be more than a bit but nothing as bad as it could be considering this wasn’t the worst thing he’d seen in comparison to his time working in an ER. Going slow and giving them time to take breaths as he paused, he was able to handle the wound with only five stitches.

Checking his work using a penlight, everything looked clean and clear enough that he was comfortable dabbing more anti septic around the freshly stitched wound. “Alright, it’s done. I’d avoid bathing but you can shower. Just be careful about rotating your shoulder or lifting heavy things.” Peeling the gloves off, he tossed them and the spent supplies in a small orangish red baggie that had a biohazard logo on it. He’d throw it out in his clinic in the proper recepticle later.

“Are you alright Valeria?”

“No blood thinners, so avoid asprin. Ibuprofen will be alright though. The stitches will dissolve on their own in a week or so. I figured that would be the best option for you.” Taking a seat on the other side of the chess table, he looked down at the board and mentally played through a few moves in his head out of habit.

“Stay for a bit longer if you can, just to make sure you’re feeling alright. You look a little green and I know it can be a bit difficult for some.” Saying things nonchalantly as he packed his supplies back up and into his bag. Offering a handkerchief, one of the standard issue ones he had in droves from gift sets he received over the years, he figured it might help her dab at the sweat on her face to make herself look a bit better for when she did go home. Any small thing to make those who might be waiting for her to worry less. It wasn’t something he had to deal with but he’d also been fairly lucky to avoid getting hurt during things as well.

“If you need me to check things later on to avoid your family members finding out let me know via the communication set. I can understand wanting to keep things discreet to avoid worrying them.” Even if he hadn’t experienced it, he’d seen it in Alexandre.

“That’s good, I’m sure you know the signs to look for but I always have to bring it up. Procedure and making sure of course.” That and he knew it was better to offer the help so that someone could avoid scars if possible. Anything to avoid others looking like they went through a meat grinder, something that vexed him more than most other things.

“I’ll take my leave then, but be careful on your way home. I hope that the evening ends well for that individual we were checking on as well.” It was a toss up but they’d at least survived until the ambulance had arrived. After that was out of both of their hands but he did feel it right to offer a bit of positivity towards things for her sake even if the odds were slim.

Waving slightly, he walked off a bit before telelporting a few blocks from his home. Powering down, he made sure he had his medical bag still. It was something that stuck around both civilian and powered sides of things since it wasn’t part of his uniform. He’d toss the bag of biohazard out before taking a shower and heading to bed so he could rest for the upcoming weekend.