[Usually, the wound wouldn't even be something he'd be bothered about; just a scratch. But in this place, it hurts, more than Geralt is really comfortable admitting. And when they stopped, he had no potions, no oitments to put on the wound, nothing to cauterize it with, and not much to stop the bleeding.
Calling the Admin had been their only solution. Not that Natasha gave him much of an option anyway. He's still shaking off the paralysis effects when she stands, grabbing her makeshift knife, hops on a table and goes for the vent above her head.
Soon enough, there is blood dripping down her arm. Geralt stands, going for his pack and grabbing the poker he found in a house days back now. He jumps up on the table in a smooth, easy move - the wound completely gone now, the pain already a memory - and hands her the weapon.]
Here, use this. We don't want to have to call them again.
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Calling the Admin had been their only solution. Not that Natasha gave him much of an option anyway. He's still shaking off the paralysis effects when she stands, grabbing her makeshift knife, hops on a table and goes for the vent above her head.
Soon enough, there is blood dripping down her arm. Geralt stands, going for his pack and grabbing the poker he found in a house days back now. He jumps up on the table in a smooth, easy move - the wound completely gone now, the pain already a memory - and hands her the weapon.]
Here, use this. We don't want to have to call them again.