While Malcolm couldn't care less if either of them died, he did care that their deaths would break the tentative peace they seem to have reached, and end any progress he had made with Marian tonight. Therefore, he was going to get them some goddamn antibiotics.
"Alright," he nodded. "But I'll have to drive to the after hours pharmacy which is an hour away, so it'll be a while." Malcolm glanced over at Scarlet who didn't seem like he was on his deathbed yet. Surely a two hour round trip was fine.
"Let's get them cleaned up first, hmm? Here," he opened the bag and took out the soap and towels. "You hand out the blankets, and I'll deal with the shower." He sort of shooed Marian down a few steps, locking the door behind him so she didn't escape while he was busy.
"You," he said to Scarlet, since the man was mostly undressed anyway, "Stand up." He pulled out his tranq gun and trained it on Scarlet, and then he opened the cell door. "Come out here and take your clothes off. Showers in the corner." He handed over soap and a towel. "One false move and I'm shooting you. Clean yourself up. Marian, set him up a change of clothes on his bed. You can eat the rest of your dinner afterwards, Scarlet, I won't take it away."
Tuck wanted to scream at Scarlet that he fucking knew what blood poisoning looked like and he very much did have it, but then Malcolm was agreeing to get them meds and he slumped against the bars in relief. A few hours would be fine. And then Will would be getting better.