In a short time, he returned with a tray of supplies from the clinic below, and set them down on the counter in the partial kitchen of the apartment. He prepped the tools with disinfectant after washing his hands and handing her a glass of ice water.
The light in the kitchen was brightest, and he examined her wound carefully. "Looks like a clean cut," Doug said as he cleaned the edges with cloth and applied the iodine. He was careful as he held her arm to keep a steady hand, like he'd been trained, but he was still nervous. This was a lot easier with Dr. Thompkins looking over his shoulder. Still, he'd applied a few stitches already, and this looked like an easier job than others he'd already performed.
"Catwoman, right?" He smiled up at her tentatively. "Interesting choice of entrances. I thought you were... someone else." He finished up cleaning her, and let go of the arm to wash and disinfect his hands again.