Peter frowned. Gently, he edged Gabriel into a seat, calling the chair closer to the desk so he wouldn't have to control Gabriel for long. "Want some asprin?" he asked. "That feels like one hell of a headache, there."
Peter turned, kneeling down to open up the first aid kit stashed at the bottom of the bookshelf. It was one he had stocked, so held a decent selection of bandages, mild painkillers, gauze, and useful odds and ends.