Fen looked down at the hand restraint given to him. "Uh," He piped in. "I don't think this is really necessary. I don't think he's-" But before Fen could finish his statement, the doctor had already left. Fen sighed and set the cuff aside. The man didn't look like he would be flying out of bed and going Rambo on anyone any time soon. He looked to be in pretty rough shape. His nose was a bit crooked, with quite a bit of dried blood under it; Fen wondered if it could be broken. 

Fen cross the room to the sink and got a washcloth to clean the Russian guy's face off with. He felt as though the man should be cleaned up. If nothing else, the guy shouldn't lay in his own bloody clothes. Fen didn't know much about medicine, but he was pretty sure that infections could start that way. He gave Sun a sympathetic glance as he soaked the cloth. Fen knew better than to ask him for help; the poor kid was distraught. 

The wolf man took the washcloth and carefully dabbed at the dried blood on the stranger's face. When that didn't work, just sort of...scrubbed it off. He figured the guy was asleep, right? It wasn't like he could feel it. When the dirt and blood was wash away, leaving only the dark purple bruises, Fen rinsed the cloth and got a hospital gown out from under the sink. With one hand cuffed, it would be hard to get the guy out of his dirty clothes and into the gown, but Fen figured he could do it.

He set the gown down on the foot of the bed and braced a hand on the man's shoulder and hip to roll him up on one side. However, Russian man was dead weight, and he was, frankly, very heavy. Fen huffed and tried again, slipping a hand under the man's back to push him up. He quickly drew that hand back when it touched something warm and wet. Fen looked down at his fingers, covered in fresh blood. Was the man still bleeding? 

With a bit more effort, Fen heaved the man over onto his left side. Underneath him, a large spot of blood was already soaked into the bedsheets. Fen felt his stomach drop. This wasn't some undead monstrosity, this was a real person. With real blood. And he would really die if it kept coming out. Fen lifted up the man's shirt to look at his back. There were several holes, small as they were, that were bleeding copiously. Had those been doing that the whole time? Shoving and hauling the poor guy around probably hadn't helped. Fen took his cloth and wiped one of the wounds to get a better look. Oh god, there was something in there. Fen felt his stomach turn again. 

"Doc!" He called out, frantic. "Hey doc, you better see this!" 

There was a nail embedded in the guy's back. Several, by the looks of his other wounds. The head of the visible nail was melted, which suggested to Fen that it had probably been shot out of some kind of weapon. Someone had wanted this guy dead pretty badly; enough so to shoot him in the back with some kind of modified nail gun.