YOUR HAND IN MY HAND — INJURED

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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

What a shame Kemmerich couldn't come out and say it -- Ninazu appreciated compliments. "Some water to help wash off his shoulder would be appreciated. Cosette, this is called cauterizing the wound. If you burn the flesh, it closes off the veins and keeps the wounded from bleeding to death; it can also work if you have an unsalvageable infection. But you don't want to do it unless you've got other options, as the burned flesh will be susceptible to infections," she answered the women, nodding to each as she attempted to wrap Sirius's neck wound with fresh bandages from her satchel. She didn't want sand getting in there and mucking up her hard work cauterizing it for him, especially with how much work it took to be precise when he flailed about like a dying fish.

"Ah... interesting," she replied to Rozovsky -- or Sirius, she didn't quite make much sense out of his little ramble. "Your neck will probably feel terrible for the next six to eight hours, but I can give you something for the pain or give you something to sleep it off. As for the werewolf-vampire... can you describe your wounds and how they feel? It's not uncommon for mutated animals to have venomous fangs," she added, glancing at his eyes before she busied herself with trying to clean his oozing shoulder.

WRITTEN BY AXIOM

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