The doctor wasn't paying attention towards the house as he bathed himself in a bucket, washing the blood as it was thick and smelled like death in the E.R. The doctor hated that smell of death, blood and chemicals but that was life and death. Uncomfortable as it was feeling the cold water but still refreshing as he started putting on new clothing. After dressing he used a tree to hang dry his clothing. He picked up his new rifle and kept it at arms length now at all times as the doctor began to move back to the vehicle so that he could get some rest. With a bucket in one hand, the rifle over his should he walked back to the vehicle.