Re: [woods, abandoned houses: luke & matt]
Bleeding idiots were not regular arrivals. Stray dogs and cats, abandoned animals, concerned pet owners - they turned up on occasion. But not bleeding and desperate men. Another time in his life, that would have felt more appropriate, but no one then would ever have turned to him for healing - not even to pass them a bandage.
He poured antiseptic over his fingers and a clean piece of gauze, and began cleaning the wound. He moved carefully, but without hesitation - cleaning an animal's wound could be a tricky process, moving quickly enough that the creature didn't suffer, bit, or wriggle away, but not so quickly that the pain was too much. People weren't all that different, really. At least he could rely on this patient to stay put.
"Accidents usually aren't," he said, leaning in closer to examine the wound in the light hanging over the table. He glanced up, then back down to torn flesh. He couldn't risk missing debris, especially when he didn't know what caused the rough cut. "What did this?"