Shamal scooped Hayato up and let out a 'tsk' shaking his head, before muttering something have to Hayato and half to himself, "Gonna be the death of me if you keep gettin' banged up like this, kid."
He walked into the building, letting Ryuutaro lead him to the room and getting the men by the door to let them in. He lay Hayato down on the bed and removed the blood-soaked clothes to get a look at the wound. He let out a sigh and reached into the white overcoat for some tools, and a needle and a small vial of liquid. Inserting the needle into the vial to take in the liquid he then inserted it by the would and injected the contents into the injury. Soon after Hayato's face relaxed as he no longer felt the pain. Then he started working on the injury, sewing up the wound. Despite the stumble when he walked, his hands were steady and he was calm in his work... though he did look somewhat irritated.
"Hey kid, what's your blood type?" He spoke without looking up from his work, it wasn't really a vital thing either, but Hayato had lost a lot of blood. He would live, but it would just make his job easier.
no subject
He walked into the building, letting Ryuutaro lead him to the room and getting the men by the door to let them in. He lay Hayato down on the bed and removed the blood-soaked clothes to get a look at the wound. He let out a sigh and reached into the white overcoat for some tools, and a needle and a small vial of liquid. Inserting the needle into the vial to take in the liquid he then inserted it by the would and injected the contents into the injury. Soon after Hayato's face relaxed as he no longer felt the pain. Then he started working on the injury, sewing up the wound. Despite the stumble when he walked, his hands were steady and he was calm in his work... though he did look somewhat irritated.
"Hey kid, what's your blood type?" He spoke without looking up from his work, it wasn't really a vital thing either, but Hayato had lost a lot of blood. He would live, but it would just make his job easier.