[Takes place after
this]
[It's early morning and Felix has found himself in the clinic. Well...eventually. But he's here now, looking not at all happy. He has his right hand wrapped up in a small towel while he roots, rather noisily, around in the cabinets looking for some proper medical supplies. God forbid he get help for this kind of thing. And his journal is on the counter for some reason, so it records various muffled slamming noises and a voice, exclaiming quietly...]
Where in bleeding saints are the bandages around here?
[Have an irritated Felix in your Clinic, Paradisa. Are you a patient here? Do you work here? Do you need a bandage too? Come talk to him]