"You're already bleeding all over my nice, clean floor." If Krishna didn't know better, he would have said that Lachlan was trying to impress Fiona, or he was doing a shoddy job of pretending that he was untouched. Whatever it was, Krishna bit back a sigh and got on with his job because this was neither the worst injury he had ever seen nor was it the most serious.
Without another word, Krishna stuck the needle at the top end of the wound, angling the needle so that it was perpendicular to the direction of the wound. He worked deftly but carefully, using tweezers so that his fingers never touched the needle or the thread. Before long, he had knotted and tied off a dozen stitches. After that, it was only a matter of wiping the surrounding area one last time before he packed and wrapped up the wound.
"There, all done. Change the dressing once a day, after you've bathed." Krishna cast a look Fiona's way, then back at Lachlan as he looked at him critically. "Drink your tea, Mr. Kelly. I'll get you a shirt so you can be on your way." An old shirt, one he wouldn't miss. It would also be one of his plain ones, so no one would pay the shirt any attention if they were to run into Lachlan that night.