"Great... then we're in the same boat." [i]He said dryly. Pacing upstairs, he finally found his phone, and sent a message to the individual he spoke of earlier. Sliding the phone in his pocket, he returned downstairs with a trauma kit.[/i] "She's on her way. I'll do what I can until she arrives." [i]In the light, the two could tell that the man looked absolutely wiped out, like he'd been awake all night. His hair was more of a mess than usual, his clothes appeared to be merely tossed on, and he certainly sounded exhausted. Approaching with the kit, he set it down on the table beside the injured individual, and began looking for the necessary tools to clean the wound, along with painkiller.[/i]