My parents were the doctors in this family. My interest lay elsewhere, beyond mastering the basics.
[Which isn't to say Alucard has no idea what he's doing, but the knowledge is very, very baseline.
He finishes cutting through the cloth, and what he sees is an absolute bloodied mess. A bloodied mess with white in it, suggesting that that's bone showing through. There's no hiding how he flinches, but that's all the moment Alucard takes to deal with it. Alucard reaches over for the bucket of water and clean towels, and he begins the work in earnest.
It's delicate work of course, demanding that he wash the wound out first, careful not to disturb the injury. A high demand, and he isn't sure he manages it well. There's alcohol in there to keep everything sterile. All Alucard knows is that it takes time to be delicate, and then he has to sew it all back up.
He doesn't speak to Leon through all of it. His head is down, using a steel needle that's been sterilized and every so often, having to refer to one of the books he's brought down with him. The pace nearly suggests he's treating it as embroidery, not surgery, fussing over details rather than getting blood flow to stop.
Sweat beads up on his face at some point. He moves onto the rest of the injuries, and by the time all is said and done, Alucard's drenched in his own sweat and nerves, unsure he's done everything right, but at least it's done.
Exhausted, he finally picks his head up to focus on the whole of Leon, not just his injuries.]
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[Which isn't to say Alucard has no idea what he's doing, but the knowledge is very, very baseline.
He finishes cutting through the cloth, and what he sees is an absolute bloodied mess. A bloodied mess with white in it, suggesting that that's bone showing through. There's no hiding how he flinches, but that's all the moment Alucard takes to deal with it. Alucard reaches over for the bucket of water and clean towels, and he begins the work in earnest.
It's delicate work of course, demanding that he wash the wound out first, careful not to disturb the injury. A high demand, and he isn't sure he manages it well. There's alcohol in there to keep everything sterile. All Alucard knows is that it takes time to be delicate, and then he has to sew it all back up.
He doesn't speak to Leon through all of it. His head is down, using a steel needle that's been sterilized and every so often, having to refer to one of the books he's brought down with him. The pace nearly suggests he's treating it as embroidery, not surgery, fussing over details rather than getting blood flow to stop.
Sweat beads up on his face at some point. He moves onto the rest of the injuries, and by the time all is said and done, Alucard's drenched in his own sweat and nerves, unsure he's done everything right, but at least it's done.
Exhausted, he finally picks his head up to focus on the whole of Leon, not just his injuries.]
That's the whole of it. We're done.