[color=00a651][u][b]Dr. Arthur West  - Salem Church Clinic[/b][/u][/color]

Arthur had tailed closely behind the group of would-be-rescuers as they took the injured woman back to the clinic. The man carrying her, Steve, had carried her up the steps and to the second floor. Arthur made a mental note that once he'd gotten the chance, he needed to move his equipment to the first floor and keep the second as his personal quarters. He'd been meaning to do just that but unfortunately, there really hadn't been any time to do so. Things had been hectic with treating patients ever since he'd arrived in the town.

Arthur immediately set to work treating Eliza. The bleeding in her leg and abdomen had been stopped, and thankfully, it appeared the bullet had traveled clean through in her leg without nicking a major artery. However, the bullet wound she'd taken to her back was more severe, and this is the one that had Arthur the most concerned. The bullet was still lodged somewhere inside her torso and he might have to perform surgery to remove it. Surgery in these conditions, however, was less than ideal and the risk of infection was always looming overhead, and it could quite possibly kill her rather than help her. He silently cursed the non-sterile environment he was forced to work in and the lack of equipment. If only they were in his old lab...these injuries would be no more severe than a flea bite when compared to the medical technology back at The Institute. 

Arthur's concentration was broken with the arrival of visitors to the clinic, one in particular seemed very concerned about the woman, who he'd learned as named Eliza. 

[i]“Thank you, all if you. Doc, if she needs anything at all, blood, anything I can give her from me, I don't care what it is, even if it kills me.” She wiped her cheeks, “Don't let her die, please, I will do anything. You name your price, I'm good for it Doc.”[/i]

"Yes...well," Arthur cleared his throat, "The wound she's suffered are grievous, but she stands a good chance of survival. My clinic is not near the level of medical equipment that I'd like to have, but I still should have what I need to treat her. If you are serious about the blood transfusion, then I'll need to ensure you have a compatible blood type...in either case we don't have much time. So please...hold out your hand so I can prick a sample..." 

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[color=00a651]The following morning
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Arthur had worked frantically throughout the night to save Eliza. Using all his medical skills and training to do what he could for her. Given his lack of equipment and the less-than-ideal conditions they were under, he was quite proud of his work. The transfusion had been a success and Arthur had also managed to clean and treat both of wounds to the point where she was now in stable condition. He hadn't dared risk a full surgery to remove the pieces of the bullet that had still remained, but he had done what he could. She was now bandaged all around her torso and leg and had several intravenous tubes inserted into veins in her wrists. Both for the transfusion and for a bag of IV fluid. 

Arthur was in the process of changing out the empty IV bag when the two women had awoke,

"Good morning Ms. Eliza," He said, as cheerfully as he could, "You survived the worst of it I'd say. There was a few times in the night where you had me worried, but your condition is quite stable now. I expect you should recover nicely."

As he spoke, he clasped a blood pressure gauge to her upper arm and began taking a reading.

"Much better," He said with a smile.

[i]“I’m still here Hun. If the Doc says it’s alright, I will wash you up later. Maybe even be able to take you to my place, but only if the Doc says I can.”[/i]

"....Oh..well," Arthur said awkwardly, his previous medical professional was replaced with an unsteady tone as he realized that he was an apparent 'third wheel' of sorts in this situation. He cleared his throat and tried to regain his composure, "I expect she'll need a few more hours to recover before I can release her in good conscious. And even then she will still need to be cared for carefully, but of course, I can't stop you if you wish to leave now Ms. Eliza. It is up to you."