83rd Devotion: First Aid at Home

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[Accidental Video// Action for the apartment]

[The video comes to life, showing a somewhat harried Solomon walking quickly across the room. His crisp white shirt is painted a deep crimson from the collar down on one side. And his hand stays firmly pressed to the side of his neck as he disappears into another room for a moment.

When he returns, he carries a few bags of blood and a medical bag under in one arm.]

And I just bought the couch too. Of course, it will have to be replaced...

[Sighing, his body sinks down to dig through his medical bag, pulling out some sterile gauze, a roll of filament, and a curved needle with his free hand. He speaks to someone off-screen, voice assuring and calm.]

Don't worry, just a few stitches and everything will be fine~, you'll see.

[Turning to look off camera, he addresses the other person.]

I'm afraid I'll need your assistance now. Would you mind holding the compress while I prepare the sutures?

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[Clutching a freshly made gauze compress to the side of his neck, Solomon rose to greet his guest. Stitches had only exasperated his wound, providing him with yet more openings to bleed from... but at least he knew what not to do for the man walking in his door.]

Mr. Keats... how good to see you, even if it is under unfortunate circumstances. Why don't you come in and make yourself comfortable while I take a look at your injury.

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[Keats nods and lifts the shirt he'd been using, it's soaked at this point.]

It should have healed by now, I woulda thought. A'course the City isn't... being friendly.

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[Saya couldn't help the distress evident in her features. Both of them were bleeding so much...
She stepped forward after a second.]

If you don't mind, I can take the shirt. We have gauze and everything so you shouldn't be needing it now.

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Thank ye-

[Keats looks down at the shirt and sighs.]

Ah'm wondering if this is going to just keep coming. I don't think I can bleed out...

[he holds the hand up to try to keep the dripping down]

Anyone else hurt worse?