NIGHTSHIFT 26: ROOM M29
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Finally.
Gremio nudged open the door with his shoulder, quickly rushing the short distance over to the bed. He didn’t dump Leon on the mattress, of course; aside from the obvious reasons, he was quite certain the boy would hurt him and badly once he came out of this if he were to treat him so roughly. He turned around, carefully lowering himself into a kneel so that Leon could fall back to the mattress himself. “And… there.” He stood, rolling his shoulders once to get the feeling back.
He headed over to the closet, grabbing one of the clean shirts hanging up inside. “It’s not much, but it should be a little more effective in stopping the bleeding.” Unfortunately, in this case ‘more effective’ wasn’t saying very much at all. A few t-shirts wouldn’t be anywhere near enough to get the job done. And if the only medical supplies that they knew of were on the second floor, then how could they…
… Ah! He had it.
Gremio went to the desk in front of his bed, pushing the chair out of the way. “Lady Jean,” he said, waving the woman over. “Could you come here, please?"
Finally.
Gremio nudged open the door with his shoulder, quickly rushing the short distance over to the bed. He didn’t dump Leon on the mattress, of course; aside from the obvious reasons, he was quite certain the boy would hurt him and badly once he came out of this if he were to treat him so roughly. He turned around, carefully lowering himself into a kneel so that Leon could fall back to the mattress himself. “And… there.” He stood, rolling his shoulders once to get the feeling back.
He headed over to the closet, grabbing one of the clean shirts hanging up inside. “It’s not much, but it should be a little more effective in stopping the bleeding.” Unfortunately, in this case ‘more effective’ wasn’t saying very much at all. A few t-shirts wouldn’t be anywhere near enough to get the job done. And if the only medical supplies that they knew of were on the second floor, then how could they…
… Ah! He had it.
Gremio went to the desk in front of his bed, pushing the chair out of the way. “Lady Jean,” he said, waving the woman over. “Could you come here, please?"