Oh. -His face lights up for a moment before he quickly puts up the "disinterested" facade-
-Straightens out of some uncomfortable-looking exercise and sits up-
-Athletic, but too slight for anything that would normally entail. A gymnast, maybe, or a dancer-
Actually, maybe I can give you some pointers.
Well... what exactly did you wanna know? It's a pretty wide subject. -Frowns for a moment- Are you from a dead —
-Oh wait they don't know what that means-
...Where are you from?
-Stares at it, thrown by her offer, before accepting it- I will admit, it is somewhat... tiring, focusing on business for such an extended amount of time. I offer my thanks.
...Griffin, my friend, if you can hear me, I hope I'm doing this correctly.
Okay. Here goes. (After quickly swapping his gloves for some clean medical ones, he carefully lays a hand near the bullet was lodged. By gently testing the area around his hands, he had a sound idea of where the opening was. Picking up the tweezers, he gently reached into the wound and gently worked the bullet out. Once that was done, he dropped the deformed bullet into a tray next to him, and then proceeded to start stitching up the lung.)
...(So far so good.)
(Once he had applied the stitching to the lung, he had set to work on repairing the outer chest wall.)
Okay, hopefully, I've done everything correctly. But I'm not too confident on what'll happen.
edited 24th Mar '17 10:13:16 PM by G2BattleConvoy
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."(Fair enough)
sigh Hopefully it won't be long before he wakes up. As much as I appreciate the craftsmanship of this place, I'd like us to get back ASAP.
(Calls out to Link, while grabbing the rifle that was set down)
Hey, Link! Are there any problems outside?
edited 24th Mar '17 10:21:35 PM by G2BattleConvoy
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."-Does not like this at all-
-Still, it's been so long since anyone's wanted to talk magic technobabble with him-
-And he's twelve and unarmed-
...Depends. Technically, anyone can dance if they've got two arms and two legs. Doesn't mean they'll be any good.
-Frowns slightly- You're from... somewhere magic hasn't been discovered yet, I'm guessing. -Scratches his neck uncomfortably- I dunno if I should be telling you this. You're not supposed to travel back to the dark ages and show all the natives your PHS or something.

Oh, I bet.
I live in a constant state of fear and misery.