ooclol call me chicken, but could we leave the door open, please? I want the Icewatch to be on hand if combat breaks out. I doubt the doors in a healer clinic would close on their own anyway.
The emergency room was furnished slightly different than the room Oluse saw his less dire patients in. The table was sturdier, and housed multiple shelves in it's base, along with some open areas where various different medical supplies were housed, most liquid. The table did have some heavy leather straps bolted to it, decal with strong silver buckles. Oluse hoped he wouldn't need them. The rest of the small room held a similar desk to the other, a large closed cabinet, a stand with various different lengths of clothes, and another large chest holding various equipment.
"Ma'am. I'd like you to look at my face." He said as calmly as he could to her as his stomach churned at the sight of the wound. It looked very bad, and he wondered how long she had traveled in the snow. "Ma'am, what's your name? Do you understand common?" The last thing he needed was a patient that couldn't speak common. He prayed to the powers that were that she could understand him.
Still listening, but not waiting for a response he began giving orders to his new nurse. "Falix, get me three stretches of short cloth from that stand." He pointed over at the stand of clothes, the smallest of which were hung at the bottom, in front. He wasn't sure how much he would need, but he didn't want the Pycon wasting time grabbing all of them, the request grown by his skepticism that one would be enough.
The wounds seemed deep, but he couldn't be able to tell for sure till he got them cleaned. He hoped for her sake that there was minimal internal injury. Sieled was out, and though a single marked healer could void the Kelvic of infection, nobody present could stop internal failure. He smoothly leaned down to grab a carafe of snow melt water infused with infection fighting herbs. None were common allergies, though this didn't stop him from being nervous. His hands did not hesitate, however, for even if his mind was unsure his body knew there was no time to ask. That asking too many questions of the Kelvic would just worsen the situation.
His shirt fell from his shoulder, and as he righted himself his offhand grasped the item and tossed it into a corner, not wanting to stumble over it later, and not having the time to pull it on then. He allowed himself to come to a stop, as he looked over his patient's body again. "I'm going to take this cloak off. I won't hurt you. I'm here to help." He said as he gentally reached up to untie and throw the cloak aside. He needed to be able to see the wound clearly, and hoped the Kelvic wasn't uncomfortable exposing her nude form.