Once the compound went dark the infirmary usually settled down, so when one of the infirmary helpers told Talia there was a man who needed to be patched up she raised an eyebrow. She went through the perfunctory questions about whether or not he’d been checked over for infected bites before she picked up a clipboard and notepad to jot down any notes she would need. Zach was a stickler when it came to keeping patient records, which she couldn’t argue. With the inclusion of Ty to their staff, it didn’t hurt to have detailed information on the people that the medical staff had cared for before.
The other staff person had been exaggerating about the state of their new patient either. He looked beat up, and Talia hoped it hadn’t been by the same individuals who had attacked Bea and Rae. Not many people knew about that, but she had seen the records that Zach had taken.
“So, Mr…” Talia greeted, trailing off when she realized she hadn’t gotten a name from her staff for the man on the bed. “I’m sorry, I’m Talia and you are?” While she spoke she looked him over, noting the broken fingers and the head wound. Stitches probably. And a splint for the fingers, most likely. She disliked setting bones, but she’d always been above average at accomplishing that particular task. “Looks like you got into a little bit of trouble.” She turned away to dig through the rolling cabinet that they had set up, looking for a pair of gloves.
Once she had put them on she pulled up the extra chair beside the bed, and motioned for him to move his hand so she could see exactly how badly the fingers were broken. “What’s your pain threshold like?” It was helpful to know so she knew how much flinching and whining she’d be expected to handle.