More people! Tahlia was working furiously in the kitchen to make meals and drinks for the people who just arrived. The two older ladies who had been gossiping were now busying themselves with cooking. Politely excusing herself to take the meals away, Tahlia left the kitchen. With a few trays balanced on her arms (and starting to feel much like a waitress) she entered the room where an interrogation was to take place, where she saw a few people sitting about. She could only recognize Crammer and Sanders. Setting the trays down in front of each person, she smiled and said to Crammer, "Hello Sir." Tahlia created a calm, easy atmosphere around the room. Seeing that everyone had been served Tahlia excused herself once again to take the last meal to the recent captive.
It was strange, she thought as she walked to wards the cell containing Samael, but it was harder to change the air around her. Unlocking the cell, Tahlia stepped in. She couldn't see Samael at all, and for a moment thought that maybe he'd gotten out. But as soon as she saw the lump under the sheets she understood that he was on the bed. "Samael? I've brought you something to eat." There was no response to that, so Tahlia set the tray down and stepped a little closer. "Mr. Samigina?" Tahlia looked over Samael to see splotches of red dotting around him. Gently taking the edge of the sheet, she peeled it back to show large blobs of red on the bottom sheet. He had wrapped his shirt around his chest to act as some kind of bandage. Feeing intrusive, Tahlia unwrapped the shirt to reveal a bleeding gun wound. Bringing the sheet back up, she left quietly to find a first-aid kit.
When she returned she found that he had more or less, passed out because of blood loss. I have no idea how I'm supposed to do this...I'm not a surgeon! Closing her eyes, and hoping that he wouldn't wake while she was doing this, she gently dabbed disinfectant on the wound. It bubbled and hissed for a good few minutes before showing the end of a bullet. She grabbed a pair of tweezers (realizing that this was NOT the way you would ever take a bullet out) and pulled on the end of the bullet until it came out. More blood gushed from the wound. Making sure she cleaned the wound right, she then started to stitch the flesh back together. Being good at sewing anyway, she quickly finished. Dabbing more disinfectant on the closed wound, she also searched in the aid kit for bandages. Ace wrap would have to do. Wrapping it the best she could around his chest, Tahlia clipped the end piece together.
Tahlia closed the first-aid kit and watched Samael for a minute to see if he would wake. When he did not, she left the food tray on the floor and left the cell. Feeling ill, she went to search for a bathroom to wash her hands, and empty the contents of her stomach.
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