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[dead_comrade]

Krauser comes through the door, bleeding

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[stuck_mynock]

Atton would laugh at him over the clothing, except he's dressed similarly. Curses.

As it is, he just makes his way past him and heads for the back door.

[lissla_lissar]

There is a pause, and then? Lissar approaches with a first aid kit. She has no idea what to use it for, but that's what the Bar gave her when she asked for clean cloths.

[dead_comrade]

He glances up at her.

If he had any memories of the future this would probably be when he handed her the knife to clean; but he is sane because he didn't have those experiences, so just as well.

"Thanks." If he sounds surprised, it's because someone is providing help for more than to get him working for them with full functioning sooner. "It's not as bad as it looks."

By now, it isn't.

[lissla_lissar]

"There is blood." Lissar says, "I do not know the use of most of these things, but if you tell me I will help."

She will, too. As long as the blood isn't her blood she can deal with it just fine.

[dead_comrade]

"I'm healing," he says flatly. "Stitches are going to need more time than it'll take for it to close, anyway. There should be bandages, in a roll. It'll cut down on the bleeding."

[sizzuhs]

For reasons unknown to Gene (mostly mun's RL related) he wasn't able to join in the fun of stealing. Or helping on the other side of the door. Sitting at the closest table to the door Eugene Roe taps a booted jumpboot nervously waiting for any sign of any of the group to return from Sherwood.

He's nervous, yes. Worried- a medic's supply of items arranged on the table to help when he'd need to. As soon as the door was open Gene was looking up with an emotionless face to the two men who enter wearing the odd clothing he'd come to associate with Will's home. "Yous two all right?" comes the Cajun accented reply.

[stuck_mynock]

"Fine." Atton says, flatly, as he brushes past Gene on his way to the lake area and waves one hand towards Krauser. "Go deal with him. He's injured."

[dead_comrade]

"Not very," Krauser says, helpfully, knife back in his injured hand and the other up to cover the entry and exit wound. "It's just bleeding."

And it hurts like hell, but look at him. Not the first time that's happened. He's dealing.

[sizzuhs]

Dark eyes watch as Atton passes, a few words also mumbled along the lines of 'Guarnere' or 'stubborn' as he turns his attention back to the bleeding Krauser. Instantly the Airborne medic is on his feet trying to see what wounds the other man may have first.

"What happened? What's th' worst of them?"

[firstdayblues]

Leon does not see Krauser; Leon is watching his cup of tea, which he isn't so much nursing as has put into intensive care.

He kind of stick out like a sore thumb, though. Let's watch what happens.

[dead_comrade]

Krauser moving to the bar, and then to the bathroom, to get the hell out of jolly Sherwood green before he's seen.

He's not usually image-conscious, no, but there are limits.

[firstdayblues]

Leon just catches a dizzy, feverish glimpse of what he thinks is some huge gay-bear-daddy type dressed as Kermit the Frog.

He's incredibly thankful to write this off as delirium.

[dead_comrade]

Y'know, less than ten minutes ago he was happily sending people who deserved it to die horrible but rapid deaths, and now he's changing back to his usual gear in a bathroom in a bar while the last person he had any sort of ties to sits out there obliviously suffering in a nonfatal manner.

Clearly the universe has its priorities scrambled.

Krauser feels infinitely better with the beret on and Will's world's garb stuffed into the trashcan, and heads back out into the bar.

Twitch of his hand to the knife at the sight of Kennedy's back--he could end it now, just end it--but he's human and it's only been less than a year and he has no orders.

Besides, there are rules.

It doesn't stop him from picking up a table knife as he passes by, putting the cold metal flat against the side of Kennedy's neck. "Watch your back." Then he tosses it onto the bar. No real threat.