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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.