"Thanks for the kit, Jaden. Now let's get down to business,"
Chana flicked her bangs out of her face, and began rummaging through the medical kit. She glanced at Mel with a slight smile. Slipping a tied elastic from her wrist, Chana got ready to put her medical knowledge to use as she pulled back her heavy hair into a high ponytail that trailed down her back.
"Just Mel, huh? Nice name. Easy to say. Well, if there's anything I can appreciate...it's someone who understands the value of sarcasm," Chana chuckled, pulling out a bottle of peroxide, dermal thread, gauze, and a needle. "Now Mel, whose name doesn't stand for anything else, do you mind if I stitch you up? I won't lie, it's probably gonna hurt like hell. But...without cleaning and sewing you up, your wound could fester, and we wouldn't want that."
Chana flicked her bangs out of her face, and began rummaging through the medical kit. She glanced at Mel with a slight smile. Slipping a tied elastic from her wrist, Chana got ready to put her medical knowledge to use as she pulled back her heavy hair into a high ponytail that trailed down her back.
"Just Mel, huh? Nice name. Easy to say. Well, if there's anything I can appreciate...it's someone who understands the value of sarcasm," Chana chuckled, pulling out a bottle of peroxide, dermal thread, gauze, and a needle. "Now Mel, whose name doesn't stand for anything else, do you mind if I stitch you up? I won't lie, it's probably gonna hurt like hell. But...without cleaning and sewing you up, your wound could fester, and we wouldn't want that."