One way or another, Beverly makes it into the infirmary without falling on her face. Which is really something of a miracle, given the way things are spinning around her.
Hopefully someone will be there to help give her an actual bandage.
Not yet, but there will be in a moment. Enzo spots her on her way in and rushes after her.
"Jeez! Let me look at that! Can you sit down by yourself? Do you two need help too?" They also have plenty of blood on them, but he can't tell at a glance whose it is; they look pretty solidly on their feet.
"Yeah, okay. Let's have a look at that. Um, if you're sure you're okay, you might want to clean yourselves up; I think you count as biohazards right now. I've got this."
Enzo thoroughly disinfects his hands and gives Beverly a quick look over, especially her head, to see whether there's anything else damaged which might have a higher priority than her hand.
There is a nice lump on her head. She winces when it's touched.
The damage to her right hand isn't obvious until the cloth wrapped and wadded around it comes away. Her middle, ring, and pinky fingers have all been sliced off just above the knuckle. (It should probably be noted that she's got a lot more blood on her than ought to come from an injury like that.)
"Yeah, I..." Oh. Yeah, the... the head can wait. "Yeah. Enzo Matrix. And... Beverly?"
Frag. Frag frag frag. Okay. Detached fingers not in evidence. He wouldn't know how to reattach them if they were, that's specialist stuff, but this simplifies the matter: stop the bleeding. Stop the bleeding. He pulls on gloves and grabs a hypospray full of painkiller and a great deal of gauze.
Enzo brings over his supplies and applies the hypospray to her arm just below the shoulder. He gives it a moment for the painkiller to kick in, but only a moment, before taking a gauze pad and applying pressure to the wound.
Enzo checks under the gauze and breathes a sigh of relief when the flow stops. He's been told about cauterization, but he's never actually tried it before, and he'd prefer his first time be supervised.
He disinfects the site thoroughly and binds it with more gauze and a good deal of tape.
"Well... yeah. I mean, I wouldn't have been able to do it myself anyway, but I'm pretty sure in order to reattach fingers, you kind of need to... bring the fingers with you. Sorry. Maybe someone here can magic them or something."
He nods. "There might be something else. Advanced science. Or there might not. It's Milliways, it's hard to say anything for sure except right now, they're gone."
It is incredibly tempting to ask for something strong enough to knock her out, on the grounds that this can't possibly be right and if she just wakes up everything will be okay.
She opens her eyes and focuses on Enzo. "Thanks. For being straight with me."
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Hopefully someone will be there to help give her an actual bandage.
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"Jeez! Let me look at that! Can you sit down by yourself? Do you two need help too?" They also have plenty of blood on them, but he can't tell at a glance whose it is; they look pretty solidly on their feet.
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"I'm fine," she mutters, "we're fine-- Beverly's the one who needs help."
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"Cool. I'll go hit up a sink."
With a glance at Beverly, she wanders in the direction of someplace to get cleaned up.
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Sitting down has helped her balance, but now her hand and head are really hurting.
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The damage to her right hand isn't obvious until the cloth wrapped and wadded around it comes away. Her middle, ring, and pinky fingers have all been sliced off just above the knuckle. (It should probably be noted that she's got a lot more blood on her than ought to come from an injury like that.)
"Enzo, right?"
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Frag. Frag frag frag. Okay. Detached fingers not in evidence. He wouldn't know how to reattach them if they were, that's specialist stuff, but this simplifies the matter: stop the bleeding. Stop the bleeding. He pulls on gloves and grabs a hypospray full of painkiller and a great deal of gauze.
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This night really did not go her way.
(The details are already fuzzy, though. They went to Lecter's -- office? And she found . . . something there. Didn't she?)
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Thankfully, the bleeding doesn't take too long to slow and stop.
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He disinfects the site thoroughly and binds it with more gauze and a good deal of tape.
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She swallows.
"Rather not do anything magic."
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It is incredibly tempting to ask for something strong enough to knock her out, on the grounds that this can't possibly be right and if she just wakes up everything will be okay.
She opens her eyes and focuses on Enzo. "Thanks. For being straight with me."
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"You'll want to have it looked at properly. I'm only an assistant. But it's clean and it's stable, at least."
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She touches the bandage with her left hand, lets out a slightly shaky breath, and asks, "Is it okay if I go to sleep?"
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