Doctor, Doctor

Kalt had attended the best medical schools in Northwind on his Master’s expense, as his worth in the art of interrogation was unparalleled. He was nearly unmatched in his knowledge of the human body, and he was phenomenal at identifying disease and toxins. It helped that he had become immune to the majority of Northwind’s poisons, though he wasn’t sure how much that would help him in a world where everything was topsy turvy. Regardless, he was bored. Dodge had taken nicely to Theea, so he was content to leave him with the toddler while he got acquainted with the new land. His walk brought him to the infirmary, where his bright eyes memorized the details of the rooms. He quirked a brow above a smirk, his hands behind his back as he walked. The vision of a blonde woman flashed across his sight, and he decided to make a proper introduction. Kalt had met Isla very briefly when they all arrived in this new world, but that was mostly just to make sure Dodge got the medical attention he needed from a certified doctor. Of course he wasn’t certified, but his knowledge and experience was still there. Besides, no one was better at improvising medical necessities than an assassin who spent most of his time on the road. He leaned against the entrance to the room where Isla was and knocked twice to draw her attention. ”My name’s Kalt,” he said with a friendly grin. ”Wondering if you needed a hand around here? I have two to spare.” He raised his hands, wiggling his fingers with a light chuckle. kalt give into the night.

Isla this won't hurt a bit Kalt was bored. Isla was... busy - very busy. She reminded herself that, one of these days, she was going to petition for a receptionist to stop people from wandering around the infirmary and through into the ward where the sick and injured were trying to rest. That would not be today, though. The flash of blonde the assassin would have seen would be her rushing into one of the treatment rooms in an effort to stem the bleeding from an injury someone had sustained. Going into the ruins and the fields and the woods and all manner of other places had proven quite... exciting, apparently, and people kept returning with all kinds of interesting hurts. "Hello, Kalt," she said without looking up from her work - she was putting pressure on the wound in the man's leg, though her initial assessment had shown he hadn't nicked an artery. "Sure - could you keep pressure on this while I get my tools, please?" Remarkably unruffled by the presence of the stranger, she figured there would be time for pleasantries later.

Without the slightest hint of hesitation, Kalt stepped forward and joined her next to the table where the man lay. His eyes quickly assessed the coloration of the man and determined just as she had that he would have been bleeding much worse if his artery had been nicked. Lucky for him. He took over for her, blood having never been an issue for him, and applied pressure to the wound to free her to get the supplies she needed. He wasn’t sure just how much bleeding he needed to contain, so he didn’t risk looking at the injury and potentially tearing open whatever clotting might have begun to form. Kalt would look up at her as soon as she returned. ”What’re we dealing with?” He asked quickly. ”What did this?” He would have likely been able to make that determination on his own, but without looking all he knew was there was blood coming out of a man’s leg. kalt give into the night.

Isla this won't hurt a bit "It's a deep cut, but hopefully that pressure should make it possible to suture without too much of an issue," Isla said, moving aside for Kalt and nodding to him gratefully as he took over. She crossed the room to grab the sutures and the needle she'd painstakingly found, sterilised and prepared - and with such limited supplies and equipment, she felt the cost of every stitch - before returning to Kalt's side. Their patient groaned at the sound of voices, an arm covering his eyes - Isla didn't think he'd be much trouble, and the majority of the pain was probably due to the fact that he'd walked all the way there on the injury. "Jagged bit of metal, it looks like. He must have nicked himself while he was walking." Through the ruins, probably - that place was a bizarre conglomeration of stuff, or so she'd heard. "Alright, if you could move the gauze?" She nodded to her apparent new nurse.

Nurse? Of course not! Medical assistant, perhaps, but Kalt’s training could have rivaled some of the best doctors back in Northwind. He was there now to lend a hand where needed and keep his mind and hands occupied. Without stimulation, the man’s boredom could leave a trail of bodies in its wake. Not the best when trying to lie low. Isla told him the injury was likely caused by a piece of jagged metal, and Kalt had to keep himself from grinning. Was likely from the ruins, if he was to venture an educated guess. He had gone there before with Ashe, though she didn’t know it was him that she was chasing. However, that was neither here nor there at the moment. At her direction, Kalt carefully peeled the gauze away from the wound, the left corner of his lips pulling downward briefly at the sight of the injury. She was right, it was definitely deep, but it would heal with enough time. With the gauze being moved, the wound started to bleed a little more, confirming his previous thought about not opening the clotting. Still, it had to be done. He placed his hands over and under the wound, bringing the skin together carefully to make the line up for her sutures easier and hopefully slow the bleeding at least a little bit. kalt give into the night.

Isla this won't hurt a bit As one of the best doctors back in Northwind, and from a long line of them, in fact, Isla would be the judge of that. Luckily, so far in their interactions, Kalt had been nothing but helpful and efficient, and she had no complaints. He moved the gauze and her gaze was all for the injury, Isla glad for the silence between them punctuated only by the occasional grumbles from their patient. He held the wound just so and Isla proceeded to stitch, wasting not a moment and suturing the laceration closed with steady hands and a sharp eye. Of course, the man in the bed did not appreciate it at all, and it was only when she glanced up from her work that she realised he had fallen unconscious a few stitches ago. "Well, at least he isn't going to bleed to death," she murmured, straightening up and moving to clean herself and the equipment. "Thank you, for your help." She smiled across at him.

He watched with careful observation, admiring the quick and precise way she treated the man. She was very skilled, certainly. Part of being in the infirmary with Isla reminded him of his time back in Northwind, studying medicine with others. He had graduated at age seventeen, ahead all of his older classmates, who shockingly weren’t fond of the show-off teenager. He knew it was jealousy. He always enjoyed working medically with other people, but the Guild hadn’t allowed that – unless torture counted in that field. Kalt grinned at Isla’s thanks, following her to clean himself from the man’s blood. ”Always glad to lend a helping hand,” he said with a small smile. ”I’m well-trained medically, and you seem to have quite a bit on your hands around here. Wouldn’t mind hanging around sometimes to help out, if you'd like? Promise, I’m very good.” Humility may not have been his strong suit, but he absolutely had the skills to back up what he said. Besides, what was he going to be doing in this new world? Might as well try to do some good where he could. kalt give into the night.

Isla take your medicine "Well your helping hand was very much appreciated today." Isla smiled across at him, drying her hands off once they were cleaned up, offering Kalt the towel as well. She seemed much more relaxed now that she wasn't in the middle of stitching up a screaming man, more amicable, more open to small talk. While she could have guessed it from the way he had stepped in without question to help with what she was doing, hearing that he was medically trained and not just some randomer who liked surgery was a relief. His offer, too, was one she readily appreciated. "That would be wonderful," she said, more than willing to take on people with both the experience and the intent to help do some good int his new realm. "When can you start? I mean... we're busy today, if you'd like a quick tour to see where you might pitch in."

Kalt accepted the towel from Isla with a smile and a grateful nod to the doctor. The difference in the woman’s energy was clear now that they were finished dealing with the man’s injury, but stress and tension usually made casual conversation kind of difficult to engage in. ”Whenever you’re ready for me,” he answered with a light chuckle. It had been far too long since he had had the opportunity to properly stimulate his medical muscles, and having blood on his hands and adrenaline running through his veins was - oddly enough - equal to a regular person’s breath of fresh air. Besides, it wasn’t like he was busy today. ”A quick tour would be terrific, if you aren’t too busy. Wouldn’t want to steal you from people who need your help.” kalt give into the night.

Isla take your medicine Whether intentional or not, Isla didn't miss the innuendo in Kalt's words, and she smirked across at him and shrugged her shoulders. "Now's as good a time as any, then - for the tour and for the help. We are busy, but I can take a few minutes to show you around if it means an extra set of hands today." Her smile softened, Isla checking one more time on the patient they'd stitched up together before leading him from the treatment room. The tour wasn't long - the infirmary consisted of a small reception area, a large ward divided by several curtains, a few treatment rooms and a study. They had to move quickly because of the number of nurses and other helping hands Isla had already acquired - not enough, unfortunately. When they arrived at the reception, she smiled up at Kalt. "Hopefully I haven't frightened you off," she murmured. "If you feel confident enough, please help out wherever you like. And if you need any assistance, come and find me."