[h3][center][color=1a7b30]James Ryder Blaise[/color][/center][/h3]

The news that April and Darric had perished had hit James rather hard. They were his friends, and Jax had been more than sad as the dog mourned for the loss of his master. James had trouble with Jax, but he understood why. Jax grew up with April as his owner and caretaker. It would be rather difficult to reign Jax in now, so James just let him do what he pleased for now. There were more dogs that could be assigned, and they didn't need the dog yet. He simply prayed that Jax would eventually get over it and not stay behind to stay with his master - or, well, near her at least. James had no time to mourn, aside from his time when he simply sat down. Jain wouldn't allow him to wallow in grief either, so he braved it and then marched on.

He also had to go around making rounds for the others who were injured. Stab wounds and whatnot. Amir had taken care of the two and James was left with the other one, and he only had to redress the wounds. He apparently had to put most of his attention to attending to Jain - their boss. He wondered why. Summer had been there to keep an eye on her, and honestly? She was a big help. She was calmer and smarter than he was, so she was probably the best person to talk to Jain once she woke up.

It had only been a coincidence when Jain woke up and he was present. However, instead of outright going to her bed, he allowed Summer to talk to her as her sort of... psychologist. Or well, friend, in this case. James had been rearranging the medical supplies that was scattered around the repurposed building which he had haphazardly stored inside when they moved in. It had been the only place where he could fully trust the area and the fact that nothing would disappear. No offense to the people of the town, but honestly, he felt more at ease to have it in here where no one would dare enter until they were invited in than out there where anyone could snatch up his supplies.

James listened intently to the two girls, just in case he was called out. The fact that Jain's voice sounded cold and emotionless when she heard of the news sent chills down his spine. He had, like Summer, expected for her to have an outburst. This was much, much worse, and he hadn't even known that there would have been something more terrifying than her rage. Apparently there was, it was her pure, silent and cold rage. He had rarely been present when she got angry, since he operates in another part of the group from her.

But now that he heard it, he knew that no one exaggerated when they talked about how angry she could get.

Once Summer exited, James quickly came. [color=1a7b30]"Need some redressing boss? I'm right here for 'ya."[/color] He said with a small grin so that it would alleviate her mood a little. He then began unwrapping the bandages, cleaning the wound again and replacing the dirty bandages. He had done it in silence, since he was quite scared of speaking up again. It was reminiscent of him being scolded by his mother... a memory that doesn't surface up nowadays since it had been so blurry from start to finish. 

[color=1a7b30]"And done."[/color] He said, smiling at her again before exiting to throw away the bandages that would have no more use. He waited for a bit since Jain seemed to have been expelling something onto the bucket inside. After a short while, he entered again and then went back to rearranging the stuff inside. [color=1a7b30]"If you're wondering, the wounded have all been taking care of. They'll have to rest for a while, but they're stable."[/color] He pointed out as he continued with his possibly aimless work.

Maisy entered the building and he gave her a small wave, but knew that she was here on business so he'd rather not interrupt like an idiot. There was a time and place for catching up - right now wasn't that time. However, he found himself running out of things to fix, so he simply leaned back on the wall and crossed his arms. There was little he can actually contribute to any of their conversations aside from the injury report, since he had been there to see who had been injured and what happened to them. Aside from that, he knows next to nothing. He was admittedly curious.

Then Trevor marched in, bleeding and everything. James pushed himself off of his position and prepared to help, but then he said that he was fine and he could do it by himself. James paused and then nodded. [color=1a7b30]"If you need any help, don't be afraid to say anything. I am your doctor after all."[/color] The male pointed out as he assumed his position again, but still glancing back at Trevor every now and then to see if he was having any trouble. His leg had been injured and he had a lot of blood on him - not his, he claimed. He'll definitely have to keep an eye out for Trevor, but he knew the guy wouldn't be foolish enough to soldier on when he's too injured.

[@ReusableSword] [@Poi] [@RumikoOhara]