Alex McEwan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} alex_mcewan) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} technicallyrpg, |
Alex watched her move away and after checking that no one else was nearby, ducked behind the curtain. He blew out a breath and ruffled his hair, dumping his bag on on end of the stretcher before shrugging out of his coat and laying it on the stretcher. He grimaced at the blood stain on his shirt sleeve; old dried blood with a few spots of fresh blood. Opening a pocket on the bag and pulled out some dressing. He undid his shirt; revealing a t shirt underneath; and shrugged out of the right sleeve, wincing as pain went through his upper arm.
He pulled a pair of dark-framed glasses from his coat pocket, put them on and carefully removed the blood-spotted bandage, revealing a recently stitched wound...that was actually a bio-hazard symbol, that had been carved into his skin with a knife.
"Bugger.." He muttered under his breath, noticing that a few of the stitches had popped, probably from the van ride. He swore again under his breath and reached into the bag again, pulling out sutures and a needle. He bit his lip slightly, biting back a hiss of pain as he started to redo the stitches with his left hand - looking up every now and then to check no one was nearby.
Once done, he wiped the wound clean before re-bandaging it and shrugging back into his shirt and coat. He sighed, remaining seated on the stretcher and dropped his head into his hands with a small groan.