Re: Town Hall: Savage, Topher, Scarlet
Topher's expression remained impassive but his lips pressed into a grim line as he assessed the injury, now Savage's shirt was out of the way. At the other man's comment, he checked for an exit wound and blew out the tiniest of breaths at not finding one.
"Yeah, the bullet's still in there." He grabbed the discarded remnants of Savage's shirt, balled it up and pressed it straight to the wound. "Can you, or Scarlet, hold that there, while I go and get some things?" It wasn't so much a question as a partial statement. He needed to go and get some things because everything he needed wasn't in this room but he knew there were some in the room across the landing. It wouldn't take him long but the other man couldn't really afford to lose much more blood.
"I need to remove the bullet, clean the wound and then stitch you up. All you need to do is stay still, listen to me and let me work," Topher replied, making sure one or both of them had hold of the wad of shirt before he moved his own hand. "I'll be back before you know it."