[She's yanking the gloves on, digging up some gauze to try to blot away what she can of the spilt blood in order to see her work better.]
I need you to cut the leg of his trousers away.
[How does your body heal a burn? she remembers asking him all that time ago. This sort of field dressing, it isn't neat and it isn't the sort of thing that would be effective on an average person. On a human, perhaps it would even do more harm than good.
But Sypha knows her patient, intimately. This is Alucard, her Alucard, and she's treated him so many times. She knows his body, the workings of his healing. She doesn't need to mend him; she just needs to get him to a point where his body can mend itself.]
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I need you to cut the leg of his trousers away.
[How does your body heal a burn? she remembers asking him all that time ago. This sort of field dressing, it isn't neat and it isn't the sort of thing that would be effective on an average person. On a human, perhaps it would even do more harm than good.
But Sypha knows her patient, intimately. This is Alucard, her Alucard, and she's treated him so many times. She knows his body, the workings of his healing. She doesn't need to mend him; she just needs to get him to a point where his body can mend itself.]
Here. Gloves.
[She pushes the spare pair at him, immediate.]