"I was in the accelerated medical program at NYU," Rory told Ellie conversationally. Despite how they were still in New York City, it seemed like a small world kind of moment to discover they'd attended the same school. Losing so much of the population to infection, even the tiniest connection could seem impressive these days.
"Makes you wonder what you'd be able to learn about a shuffler's nervous system if you still had a lab like that," she commented, scrunching up her nose before shrugging. There was far too much they didn't know because they lacked the equipment. No use dwelling on it all.
Deciding that stitches really did make sense as a place to start, Rory walked to get a tray of instruments, pulling it over to Eloise. "I won't let you get bored. Hell, even if I do, tell me and we'll find a way to keep you interested, alright? You want to be a medic, we'll make you a medic."
Rory smiled at Ellie, then gestured to the tray. "Supplies can suck, but just about everything's here to make up a proper suture tray. Gauze for cleaning, sutures, antiseptic and saline, forceps, needle drivers, scissors." Picking up what she needed, Rory decided a torn scrap of cloth would work as well as anything to give the girl something to practice on. There was a hole in it, and that was as close to a wound as Rory had to offer her. "Once you get the hang of it, it's simple," she promised, before slowly demonstrating how to do a simple interrupted stitch.