He sat a little straighter looking stunned, he did not put up a fight when I pried his hand away then carefully peeled away the dirty!!! makeshift bandage. My eyes narrowed eyeing the cut, it was deep, thankfully it was also a fairly clean cut, no ragged edges, the implement used to impale him had been pretty sharp to inflict this damage and not leave his arm a mess. Fingering the back of his arm revealed the weapon had gone through to the other end, just barely, from the feel of the tiny puncture wound. the weapon having missed the bone. Using a cut off section of the sheet damped with boiling water, I thoroughly cleaned the wound, wiping at the crust that had started forming around the edges. He bleed as I worked though not as much as you would assume from a wound like this. He must have applied pressure to the wound right after receiving it, that was one way to slow the bleeding in the long run. He flinched, but otherwise quietly watched me work. Once the cut was clean I threaded one of Sharon's needles. This time he did blanch, while I cut the sleeve of his jacket open for easier access

"You're not gonna-".

"A cut that deep wont heal on its own with you moving around like that, and we lack the proper tools to cauterize it with. So hold still and stop being a baby about it" I held is arm firmly, locking eyes with him to make sure he was ready. Worried, but resolved he bit his bottom lip and turned his face away. I pierced the tender skin around the cut with the sharp point of the needle, gracefully beginning the first stitch and the next. His arm went taunt and he emitted a low moan, other then that he held himself ridged, until I had finished stitching the front and back of his arm. I cleaned it a second time, then bandaged it tightly with lightly padded gauze, then fastened it with medical body tape.

"You didn't happen to have any anesthesia on hand for that did you? God that hurts" he hissed through his teeth, only staying quiet for my sake. Soon as I was done he rubbed his arm, eyebrows lifting up slightly at how neatly I had wrapped it "Hey not bad Doc".

"We're not finished yet. Take your clothes off".

"I didn't get hurt anywhere bellow the waist, my shirt will be good enough" he grumbled. Wincing when he tried to undress on his own. After thoroughly washing my hands in hot water I helped him with his jacket and shirt. With plenty of swearing on his part, we got him shirtless. There was some serious bruising around his lower rib cage, I was glad to note the spots of blood on his shirt belonged to someone else. Gingerly I brushed my fingers along the bruised skin, a tear here and there, I swabbed with a clean rag.

"Ah!" he gasped when I pressed on a particularly sore spot on his right side. Hmmm, might be broken, but all in all not as heinous as I was expecting.

"How bad is it?" he asked taking effort in returning his breathing to normal.

"Not as bad as I feared it would be. One, maybe two broken ribs, you'll be feeling this for weeks, but it will have healed fully in about two months. Try not to stress your side too much, better yet, just sleep on your back. I'd guess it was a fairly neat break, do you feel any stabbing pains? Difficulty breathing normally?".

"I can breath fine, if I'm not taking a deep breath" he supplied. I had him turn around on the stool so I could get a good look at his back.

Ouch, I thought to myself. His upper back was a mass of black and blue, he had taken some pretty heavy damage. Though none of it appeared to be life threatening.

"Did you take any blows to the head?" I asked just to be thorough.

"I got punched in the mouth, if that counts" he stood stiffly, with a stifled grunt. Now that all of his injuries were out in the open he didn't bother playing it up like he felt nothing. He walked over to the sink and spat a wade of blood, sticking a finger in his mouth he felt around, then moved his hand and spat again. This time sending a tooth flying in to the sink with a clatter.