“The pictures and several medical tests,” Lilith commented calmly while she made haste to disinfect the zone with a new piece of moist cotton. She had no time to sew; the cut didn’t appear as deep to justify this. She dressed Ryan’s shoulders with white bandages and gave to drink a vial with a colorless liquid. “Drink this slowly, please,” she said softly, pressing the opioid analgesic against his lips. That would relieve his pain for at least three hours, in her calculation. She depressed the silver kit lid for its compartments to close and rose from the bed.
“How do you feel?” she asked to Ryan. “Can you walk or do you need me to carry you?” She turned to Danica. “We can leave and… ah, I need aloe vera to treat those burns.” The nails were her priority once the hemorrhage ceased, though it was good to have all the necessary equipment at hand.