ALWAYS THE WRONG MOVE - open

"C...Carolina?" Alexander would have never, ever, gone into another's room without their consent, but surely no one would mind if there was an injury involved, right? After all, it would be worse to stay back and let them suffer because he didn't want to be rude, ironic, maybe.

The pattern continued of having no medical knowledge with him as well, making three of them, but he knew to an extent that the bleeding needed to at least be stopped before anything else could be done. He didn't have any traditional methods of doing so, no bandages or anything. But there was the bed sheets, and for now he'd have to make use of those.

Alex attempted to take the sheets and wipe at the wounds gently, trying to clear some of the blood, old and fresh. Obviously the back leg was the worst, but the medical team could handle that one. That wasn't his job. He winced, there was no real way to wrap these around the wounds, they weren't bandages after all. Her eyes were glazed over, not a good sign. "Carolina, can you hear me?" He checked to see if she was still conscious or not, maybe he could help her more if she was still awake.

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