Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
Iris was still in shock and unresponsive, and Micah had made sure she was kept warm while the bleeding was controlled. He'd spent the past 20 minutes cleaning her arm thoroughly, the fear of infection as great as the fear of anything else in these conditions. He's personally sterilized and fire-dried the gauze he taped over the wound, and he'd had her clothes changed into clean, hospital whites, not wanting the dirt and grime from outside to work its way under the bandage somehow.
He was standing beside Iris' bedside (he'd managed to get her a bed away from the center of the bustling main floor), and he reached out to touch her cheek as he looked around the room. Fever terrified him in these conditions, and when Watson began to agree with him on that account, Micah practically barked at the man.
He could see the man who'd brought Iris in from here, and the other, younger man. James was still panicked, and he motioned her over. He knew she'd been looking for someone when she'd arrived, and he wanted to assure her he hadn't seen anyone else from Bellum while he'd been at the hospital.
"I've been here most of the night," he told her, his hand slipping to touch Iris' wrist and feel for a steady pulse. "Whoever you're looking for from the building, they aren't here."