[He definitely would not have thought to check for malaria, maybe he should actually get Dr. Cox over here once the worst is cleaned up. He gestures vaguely for one of the backless, wheeled chairs in the room that Deaton sometimes uses.]
You can sit on that - sorry, it's, uh, an animal clinic. But treating cuts is pretty much the same on everyone, yeah?
[He goes for the medicine cabinets, pulling out bandages and gauze and rubbing alcohol.]
Uh, I have no idea what sulfa is, but this'll probably do the trick. [He glances over his shoulder at the other man.] And dude, no offense, but you don't really look already. Where were you?
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[He definitely would not have thought to check for malaria, maybe he should actually get Dr. Cox over here once the worst is cleaned up. He gestures vaguely for one of the backless, wheeled chairs in the room that Deaton sometimes uses.]
You can sit on that - sorry, it's, uh, an animal clinic. But treating cuts is pretty much the same on everyone, yeah?
[He goes for the medicine cabinets, pulling out bandages and gauze and rubbing alcohol.]
Uh, I have no idea what sulfa is, but this'll probably do the trick. [He glances over his shoulder at the other man.] And dude, no offense, but you don't really look already. Where were you?