"I'm fine. Almost... done." Doc's grip on Neal tightens until he settles down again, and he makes quick work of disinfecting the wound to minimise the discomfort. After splashing and dabbing with a bit more warm water that Raylan had fetched, Doc dries the area and finishes dressing the wound with some gauze and tape.
"Get some rest, okay? Everything's gonna be just fine," he tries to reassure Neal softly with a few pats on the arm before setting all his equipment aside, straightening up and stepping away, waving at Malcolm to come over to him and Raylan so they can talk quietly. Doc perches against the fireplace mantle, adjusting his hat while his other elbow hangs off the edge of the shelf.
"Last week I brought a young lady by the name of Elena here, to this very couch. She was wandering alone out in the cold, blood in her long hair down this side of her chest." Doc gestures from his shoulder down a few inches.
"I thought she might have arrived with the injury, given how it wasn't 'spurting', but. She knows who it is." Doc had his suspicions but unfortunately it has taken a second attack for him to draw some conclusions. "She did not want to speak of the incident, which led me to believe that she is either close to the assailant or she might have been too ashamed to say what happened, perhaps if something else had transpired." Hopefully it's the former.
"It must be someone newly arrived, or we would have come across this sooner. Given this is out of our realm of expertise I think we should call our hunting friends at 1301." He looks to Malcolm and then Raylan. "You both know I'm all for making new friends but I'm not sure this is someone we can broker a truce with." Sometimes the old ways of shooting first and asking questions later still have some merit.
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"Get some rest, okay? Everything's gonna be just fine," he tries to reassure Neal softly with a few pats on the arm before setting all his equipment aside, straightening up and stepping away, waving at Malcolm to come over to him and Raylan so they can talk quietly. Doc perches against the fireplace mantle, adjusting his hat while his other elbow hangs off the edge of the shelf.
"Last week I brought a young lady by the name of Elena here, to this very couch. She was wandering alone out in the cold, blood in her long hair down this side of her chest." Doc gestures from his shoulder down a few inches.
"I thought she might have arrived with the injury, given how it wasn't 'spurting', but. She knows who it is." Doc had his suspicions but unfortunately it has taken a second attack for him to draw some conclusions. "She did not want to speak of the incident, which led me to believe that she is either close to the assailant or she might have been too ashamed to say what happened, perhaps if something else had transpired." Hopefully it's the former.
"It must be someone newly arrived, or we would have come across this sooner. Given this is out of our realm of expertise I think we should call our hunting friends at 1301." He looks to Malcolm and then Raylan. "You both know I'm all for making new friends but I'm not sure this is someone we can broker a truce with." Sometimes the old ways of shooting first and asking questions later still have some merit.