[ Ah, Helen knows that tone. Especially that body language -- although it's never been really directed at her before. She almost wants to make a quip in an attempt to lighten the mood; to reassure him. Helen has had far worse than this injury in her long life. In fact, she'd even argue the emotional and mental injuries brought upon a certain someone are worse...
Ultimately, however, she knows better.
They always say that doctors are the worst patients.
One hand raises to grab his arm, steadying herself as she moves to remove her long winter coat. Rather ridiculous considered its cut down the back and whatever heat retention it had is far gone out the window. She does as he asks, leaning towards him as she struggles but stubbornly refuses to simply let him do it all. ]
I could tell you exactly where it is, possibly how deep it is, and how wide... but I doubt that would help.
[ They've both dealt with too much of this for their likings over time. Of course her experience in this matter far outweighs his own. She is a doctor after all. And he has no doubt she's suffered worse than this. Those times were also probably in areas not the bloody wilderness.
While she grabs his arm to steady herself, he stays still enough to not jostle so much. The coat is ruined which is enough to prove the grim extent of the wound. If she's going to be so stubborn then he utters a soft incantation, eyes glowing in amber briefly before flame alights atop his open palm and with a flick of his wrist ignites the fire in the hearth. ]
Love, the only thing I need to know right now is if this is something I can fix here with the kit you've got and whatever else is in this ruddy house.
There is a first aid kit, yes, but I doubt it can fix the injury. Patch it up until we're able to return to civilization.
[ She gives him a bit of a pointed look before nodding slightly. Helen gently leans to the side as the fire comes to life in his hand. Best just to give him room - just in case.
In the mean time, she shreds the coat. Then she goes about the delicate task of removing her shirt in order to better see the wound. ]
I would say that depends far more on your patience than it does mine, John.
[ It says in so many words 'I've no idea.' Storms can last days and she'd find a way to soldier and muster on. She doubts John would let that stand. She could simply see him betting the dice and opening a portal to hop them somewhere. Though, she is saving that as an utter last resort. ]
Hm. I'll make sure to find one that is free of things that bang on about them.
[ A playful remark in an attempt to ease the situation. She moves with his direction, knowing that he's going to fuss in his own way. The wound is certainly one made of claw marks. A few inches deep into the skin. The shirt is soaked in blood and rather glued to her skin in that regard. Helen scrunches her face up in pain when he can't see it. ]
I'd say it more depends on how you're faring once we've got this more manageable.
[ John's mouth turns down into a frown. He doesn't like the uncertainty but he understands it. He doesn't like the idea of being stuck out there out of the range of aid with her hurt as she is. Right now, he doesn't have to chance the barmy idea of opening a portal, but he might have to consider it as a contingency. ]
Good luck in this town.
[ A chance at humor that he doesn't really feel. No, he's too tense for all that and too focused on seeing what he can do for her. Once the jacket is free, it is just the ruined shirt failing at covering anything up. His jaw tenses and he reaches up to gently touch her shoulder, away from the wounds. ]
It doesn't look like it tickles, love. I'll get the kit.
[ She has half the mind to tell him to stop being so dodgy about how bad the wound is. Doctors could make terrible patients, but, she has an inkling of how horrid it must look. Her head turns to look over her shoulder with her eyebrows raised. ]
There is absolutely no need to sugarcoat the situation with me, John.
[ Even if she suspects it has far more to do with how he himself is handling it than her.
Regardless of the reason, she nods to his statement. Once he is up and about? She starts to slowly try and remove her shirt. A low hiss escapes her at it. It feels like pulling off a bandaid in a way. Which means extensive blood loss and no doubt she'll start feeling the effects of that rather soon. ]
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Ultimately, however, she knows better.
They always say that doctors are the worst patients.
One hand raises to grab his arm, steadying herself as she moves to remove her long winter coat. Rather ridiculous considered its cut down the back and whatever heat retention it had is far gone out the window. She does as he asks, leaning towards him as she struggles but stubbornly refuses to simply let him do it all. ]
I could tell you exactly where it is, possibly how deep it is, and how wide... but I doubt that would help.
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While she grabs his arm to steady herself, he stays still enough to not jostle so much. The coat is ruined which is enough to prove the grim extent of the wound. If she's going to be so stubborn then he utters a soft incantation, eyes glowing in amber briefly before flame alights atop his open palm and with a flick of his wrist ignites the fire in the hearth. ]
Love, the only thing I need to know right now is if this is something I can fix here with the kit you've got and whatever else is in this ruddy house.
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[ She gives him a bit of a pointed look before nodding slightly. Helen gently leans to the side as the fire comes to life in his hand. Best just to give him room - just in case.
In the mean time, she shreds the coat. Then she goes about the delicate task of removing her shirt in order to better see the wound. ]
I thought you rather liked ruddy houses.
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[ His jaw tenses at the comment but his attention goes to the fire, watching it spark to life. Once that is finished, he gives his all back to her. ]
I like them better when I'm not having to contend with things like this whilst banging about inside them. Here, let me help.
[ Carefully shifting to help her get out of the destroyed clothing with a minimum of fuss. ]
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[ It says in so many words 'I've no idea.' Storms can last days and she'd find a way to soldier and muster on. She doubts John would let that stand. She could simply see him betting the dice and opening a portal to hop them somewhere. Though, she is saving that as an utter last resort. ]
Hm. I'll make sure to find one that is free of things that bang on about them.
[ A playful remark in an attempt to ease the situation. She moves with his direction, knowing that he's going to fuss in his own way. The wound is certainly one made of claw marks. A few inches deep into the skin. The shirt is soaked in blood and rather glued to her skin in that regard. Helen scrunches her face up in pain when he can't see it. ]
I imagine it looks rather terrible.
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[ John's mouth turns down into a frown. He doesn't like the uncertainty but he understands it. He doesn't like the idea of being stuck out there out of the range of aid with her hurt as she is. Right now, he doesn't have to chance the barmy idea of opening a portal, but he might have to consider it as a contingency. ]
Good luck in this town.
[ A chance at humor that he doesn't really feel. No, he's too tense for all that and too focused on seeing what he can do for her. Once the jacket is free, it is just the ruined shirt failing at covering anything up. His jaw tenses and he reaches up to gently touch her shoulder, away from the wounds. ]
It doesn't look like it tickles, love. I'll get the kit.
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There is absolutely no need to sugarcoat the situation with me, John.
[ Even if she suspects it has far more to do with how he himself is handling it than her.
Regardless of the reason, she nods to his statement. Once he is up and about? She starts to slowly try and remove her shirt. A low hiss escapes her at it. It feels like pulling off a bandaid in a way. Which means extensive blood loss and no doubt she'll start feeling the effects of that rather soon. ]
Bloody hell.