Re: log: cat, matt, emily
[He frowned when he saw them, a true and untrained expression and a rarity with him. He didn't like those burned out spots - they could heal on their own, but they'd scar up thick and tight.] Could hurt your range of motion. [Advising, cautious. She should know what her options were, even if she didn't want to take them.] I'll do everything I can. But. Think about it. The Capital has plastic surgeons, could do it. Private.
With that he pulled out clean gauze, a small white tube, and antibiotics in an orange bottle without a label.] Not too much to be done. [He met her eye - partially to make sure she was listening, partially to make sure she understood him.] Burns without grafts, you keep them clean, you let them heal. Wash it maybe once a day. Cover it with this. [He tapped the white tube, labeled silver sulfadiazine.] Change bandages two or three times a day. Take the pills every day until there's none left.
[He looked up to Cat, already standing near the sink. She was clearly worried about her friend. Couldn't hurt to get her involved.] Soap and warm water. And a clean cloth. Please.