[ she hadn't figured he'd have a need for the anesthesia, but she's glad she asked anyway. the bottle replaced, she takes her spot just behind him with one steadying knee on the bed. he's tall enough she doesn't have to hunch, which is good as the first order of business is to clean up the mess the cut has left behind. seeing it now, she can sense it isn't a particularly fresh one, but rather something that had just reopened recently. ]

Most people in the infirmary right now are there for exhaustion, or something more internal. Apart from monitoring them, making sure they get their liquids and nutrients, there's not much else to do but wait. So I read to them, sometimes. Let them know even when they sleep that someone's around.

[ she starts the first stitch, carefully working the needle through his skin, quick but efficient. even as a hint of wryness colors her tone, her work remains immaculate. ]

But wounds like this? Punctures, lacerations... you're my first. Congrats.