RhysTheFirebird
Definitely a victim at heart <3
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Reo shifts, moving to remove any clothing and old bandages. He assessed the wound, and thn sighs. "Sit down. . ." He mumbles,
opening the box, pulling out a stained, but clean rag to wipe away any blood, dirt, bodily fluids or anything else.
He tosses it to the side before pulling out a small spray bottle with clear liquid.
"Not isopropyl, vodka." He mumbles, "Ran out of the isopropyl forever ago, but I raided a few homes." He sprays the alcohol onto the wound, and then waits, counting silently, lips moving the slightest bit. After maybe twenty seconds, he pulls out a one time use wipe and wipes off the alcohol.
He tears open a packet, pulling out some gauze and placing it over the wound as needed. He directs the stranger to hold it in place as he places the bandages a little over the gauze and starts wrapping, fingers deft and swift. Like he's done this a million times.
He ties off the bandages once he finishes wrapping it. "Good as new. Ish." He grins and then turns, pulling out a needle and syringe. He attaches the needle and then pulls out a glass vial, using the now shot looking thing to pull some of the last dregs of medication into the syringe.
He frowns, looking worried as he twists lifting his shirt. He finds a bruise he'd felt bleeding and pushes the needle into the vein above it, injecting the medication. "Fuck, I'm almost out. . ." He mumbles.
opening the box, pulling out a stained, but clean rag to wipe away any blood, dirt, bodily fluids or anything else.
He tosses it to the side before pulling out a small spray bottle with clear liquid.
"Not isopropyl, vodka." He mumbles, "Ran out of the isopropyl forever ago, but I raided a few homes." He sprays the alcohol onto the wound, and then waits, counting silently, lips moving the slightest bit. After maybe twenty seconds, he pulls out a one time use wipe and wipes off the alcohol.
He tears open a packet, pulling out some gauze and placing it over the wound as needed. He directs the stranger to hold it in place as he places the bandages a little over the gauze and starts wrapping, fingers deft and swift. Like he's done this a million times.
He ties off the bandages once he finishes wrapping it. "Good as new. Ish." He grins and then turns, pulling out a needle and syringe. He attaches the needle and then pulls out a glass vial, using the now shot looking thing to pull some of the last dregs of medication into the syringe.
He frowns, looking worried as he twists lifting his shirt. He finds a bruise he'd felt bleeding and pushes the needle into the vein above it, injecting the medication. "Fuck, I'm almost out. . ." He mumbles.
