"Excellent, just be sure to keep him steady for me. We don't want our friend here moving and hurting himself," the man spoke as he began to smooth out Wyth's fur. Some of it had clumped around the wound and would probably need to be cleaned as well, if not shaven off entirely. From beneath the table he opened a draw and withdrew two rolls of bandages, some tufts of gauze and several bottles of antiseptic solutions. For a normal person this was far more than anyone needed but Wyth was not a person, clearly, and there was no knowing the severity of his wounds without looking since he couldn't speak. "That's right, whoever did this seems like they knew what they were doing, but can't hurt to make sure. Easier to fix it now than later."

Peeling back the first of the bandages the healer leaned in for a closer look, gently brushing aside fur to get a clear view. An oddly clean cut which suggested it wasn't from an animal but rather a weapon, how cruel. If this moorcat was the girl's then the immediate conclusion was she'd been attacked and he'd been injured protecting her, the poor thing. "Good, if he's eating fine then he's probably not got an infection and isn't sick. I'm guessing he ate plenty at dinner today?" With a small clump of cotton he poured out some of the cleaning solution onto it and gently placed a hand below the wound, smiling at Wyth as he held it over the injury. "Now this is going to sting a bit but just relax, we're going to clean it out for you, okay?" Nodding to Amuné he applied the cotton with the solution and wiped away a small amount of dirt, clumps of some kind of herb used and anything else that might be nestled in the wound. When that was said and done he cut up a strip of fresh bandage, applied a cream to it and then wrapped it around the wound. Nice and easy. 

"My name is Quill, nice to meet you Amuné, and you too Wyth," Quill replied while throwing away the bloodied strips and gauze, "I want to take a look at those little scratches you mentioned too okay? Better to be safe than sorry, we don't want to risk anything getting infected if we can help it." The other wounds compared to the first were small and far less worrisome, though each was treated as though it were serious. When all was said and done Wyth only had a few spots that needed to be bandaged and the rest simply had been cleaned and would heal naturally enough. "And no shaving his fur either, makes everyone's lives a bit easier doesn't it?" Quill asked with a laugh, running his hand gently over Wyth's head. "Now then, Amuné, how about we take a look at you? Anything been bothering you?"

Nymira had no issue with taking off her clothes as she had nor did she have an issue with the nurse poking and prodding as she examined the Dimuran for injury. When she attempted to apply the odd solution to the wounds however she had to halt the nurse, staring at the clear liquid uncertainly. It had near no smell and though they claimed it would help her wounds she found it difficult to trust. If anything was ever used for her wounds they were herbs, they had a visible color and odor to them and she could vaguely recognize many medicines that she'd receive. Seeing something so unusual however made her uneasy about receiving it, and only after watching the nurse apply some to herself did she relent. The burning sensation as it poured over her wound on her ankle made her grit her teeth and fingers dug into the edge of the bed, and she was no more a fan of it as it was applied to the abrasions on her side and arm as well. It came as something of a relief when the nurse finished up cleaning the wounds and she held still while they were bandaged, furrowing her brow when she then tried to retrieve her shirt only to be denied.

"We'll clean it for you before you take it back, it's covered in dried blood," the nurse explained as she pointed to a pile of clothes at the bedside, "There's a whole outfit there for you, you can change in the restroom right over there and we'll get it all cleaned."

So she was supposed to wear their clothes as well? Nymira slid off of the bed tentatively and examined the garments provided with a look of curiosity before shrugging and heading to the restroom to do as directed. Immediately upon stripping and trying on the undergarments she ran into a problem: they were much too big. The underwear fit well enough aside from the fact there was no allowance for her tail, leaving a very awkward wear for her. The bra was a curiosity and not something she'd ever worn before, and after toying with it to try and discover its purpose she somewhat bashfully recognized what it was designed for. That didn't mean she knew how to wear it however and her latest fight became an attempt to put on the bra. Far cry from battling Vazra and Magi but she'd almost prefer those over this infernal device.

While still waiting his turn Ethan was presented with a minor issue of his own: he needed to use the restroom, badly. It might not have been such a problem had Nymira not been sent into the lone washroom in the medical ward and after a minute of waiting it didn't appear like she might be out any time soon. Both Quill and the nurse were tidying up their work spaces before seeing to him so surely he had time to step out right? "Uh... I'll be back in just a minute, just need to go use the bathroom," he declared before jumping to his feet and moving quickly for the door. With his hand on the doorknob he threw the door open and nearly raced out, feeling his bladder's hold slowly waning.

"Ouch! What the heck?" What in the world had he just run into? Nursing a bump on his forehead a [url=http://nuriko-kun.deviantart.com/art/Escort-194920855]blond man[/url] opened his eyes and glanced down at his feet, blinking at the sight before him. There was Ethan who was presumably on his way out of the room, only for them to run headfirst into each other. From the looks of the poor soul he was seeing stars now and thoroughly out of it for the moment, and what's more there was a notable damp spot slowly appearing in his pants. Oh gosh, was he...?

"There you are Lionel! We've been waiting for you!" the nurse snapped, her hands full with Nymira's soiled clothing, "You can't just run off and disappear like that, there's a lot of people who need to be seen to today. Where did you... Even..." Wasn't that one of the children they were meant to be seeing to? Why was he on the ground? And... Why had he soiled himself? Looking at Lionel the nurse narrowed her eyes accusingly when he flashed her an innocent grin, hurling a crumpled up sheet at his face before stomping her foot. "Don't just stand there, get him up and out of those clothes! We're supposed to be taking care of him and for all we know you just gave him a concussion!"

"Right! Sorry, sorry, I'm on it!" He takes one small break to town to pick up some cinnamon rolls and this is what he gets, how unfair. Dropping the sheet on a chair Lionel stepped over Ethan and grabbed him beneath the arms, awkwardly dragging him across the floor to one of the beds. "My head hurts too you know, he hurt my head," the blond complained, shirking as the nurse simply glowered at him, pursing his lips in protest. "Just saying. He's not the only one hurt..." 

A few moments later and Ethan had come to, been stripped of his now dirtied garments and dressed in a simple gown instead. Gertrude had gone to fetch him a fresh change of clothes but for the time being he was left near bare on a table, his face red as Nymira's flames as he waited to be looked at. Holding a small pack of ice to the bump on his forehead he flashed Amuné a smile, giving her a thumbs up to assure her everything was okay. "Just a little bump, that's all! Once they clear me I'll be all good to go."

At the same time the bathroom door finally opened, or rather was thrown open. Emerging from the washroom was an infuriated looking Nymira garbed in a slightly-too-large blue tunic and brown pants, the legs of which had to be rolled up to not drag beneath her feet. In her hand was a now charred bra, still smoking despite her attempts to extinguish it in the sink. "I don't know what this damned thing is you gave me but I refuse to use one again," the Dimuran declared, throwing the ruined piece into the trash with a huff, "I don't even understand why anyone would wear such a thing, it seems ridiculous." A stifled laugh from both the nurse and Quill made her glance between the two curiously, frowning as they whispered something to one another, presumably about her ruined bra. "What? What is it?"