It seemed as if all eyes were on the two, expecting the younger man to be lying about his immune status. The quiet but evident sound of a gun cocking could be heard only a few seats down. "Fuck off, the man says he's immune. I doubt he'd be throwing that statement around if it weren't true." Most people were pleading for their lives once bitten, not being light hearted and trying to convince people they were immune. "Well, good to know there's another immune within reach." Sebastian really hadn't met many of the immune. Rare occasion on such a horrid day.
The wound was easily prone to infection. Antibiotics at the moment were the least of his worries. "Worst wound I've seen in some time." He glared at all those who were looking before he got his medical kit. From the large messenger bag, he pulled out a cloth. "Here, put pressure on it. Press on it as if your life depending on it."
He helped the man pressure the wound, the clean cloth easily soaking with blood. "Now comes the part where you might have a desire to knock out me teeth." He shuffled around for the saline solution and poured in gingerly on the younger man's wound. "Ah, bingo!" Sebastian said suddenly when he found some antiseptic. He was as gentle as he could be, cleaning the wound before he paid attention to what mattered most.
He glanced up in apology while he squeezed the wound together, estimating how many stitches were needed. "Okay, the good news is, I can stitch you up. The bad news is..it's going to hurt like hell. You have a name by the way?" Horrible timing, he knew.