The man digging the lead ball out of his shoulder wasn't what Cyrdic would call a pleasant experience. He grimaced, and shuddered in intense pain as the ball was yanked out of his muscle. If it hadn't had to go through his shield and clothing, it might have gone in much, much deeper. Thankfully, Sigmar and Ulric had been watching out for him. Perhaps they had been looking over poor Ricardo as well, the man surviving a knife in the back and having the shot meant for him hit the muscled target of Cyrdic instead. 

The Ostlander nursed the wound by holding his hand to it gently after the bandaged had been wrapped around his shoulder. "Should be better in a few days," Cyrdic said aloud, making sure to keep his hurt arm limp. He now sat to the side next to Camilla while Borsch attended to the other patient. 

"A few days? Ha!" the Doctor said as he bandaged up a very pale and sweating Ricardo, examining the Knife wound on the man's back. "It will take you five weeks to use it effectively, and you might always feel some pain." 

"Trust me," he breathed, gripping his sword. "I'll be good in a few days." His words ended with a look to Camilla, letting her know he was fine. 

The doctor had checked the back wound, announcing that it wasn't serious other than the blood loss. The Knife had not gone deep, or had hit any nerve or bone. The doctor placed a special salve on the wound, and wrapped a great bandage around the dashing Tilean's chest and back. "Drink plenty of food and eat a lot of water." He said absently, tying up the last bit of cloth. 

"I wish we had money to give you, Herr doctor," Cyrdic said, lifting himself off the chair. His sword sheath was held in his good hand, and his upper body clothing was needing to be placed back on him by Camilla. 

"I wish I could say it was a pleasure doing business with you." 
[@Penny]