[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00aeef]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/33/16/fe/3316fe559f13dd3bbefa84bd6e602b5e.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[center][b]Location:[/b] Eden, Hallway past Wraith and by Fitness Center
[b]Skills:[/b] General Medical, Fast Reflexes, General Surgery[/center]
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Alexander went through the travel bag confirming a medical kit, now Manny had something to work with, and a way to make sure that at least one of the two could live. If that. "[color=00aeef]Thank you...[/color]" Manny said hesitantly, not really sure what he thought about the situation overall still. He was still treated as a prisoner, and the people here seemed ready to kill him off at any time. He was unarmed, getting tired, and sore, he needed a break, but unless this group was one of many they would be heavily out numbered, and Manny didn't see things going much better.

He didn't find much, just some ointment and some aspirin, though the girl seemed fine enough, he was in a hurry now to save her life. She was stable now but for how long? If more people got hurt would he be able to pull off much more then he had already done? Soon enough, the last two girls ran off to continue the fight, Manny didn't like that idea either. They didn't give off the impression of army rangers or navy seals. Then again the only military people Manny really knew were kind of assholes to him, so he figured they could fit the bill. He understood their distrust, but he still wasn't a fan of it. So he would have to make the best of it for now.

He applied the ointment as carefully as possible, his hands were not clean, nor did he know if these meds were still within their recommended shelf life, but something would be better then nothing. Once he was done with about done with that, Alexander had moved on to help the others when gunshots started to go off, Manny was getting anxious now. Though now he was alone with a wounded that they seemed to care about, at this point if he wanted to he could take her gun and use her as a hostage to get out. Everyone of these group members seemed ready to kill him at any time. Though, if he did that, how far could he go? He had spent most the apocalypse within stone walls with armed guards, and enough ammo to wipe out a horde. Mostly. BY the time he finished, he decided against this, if she recovered or he got any worse, he would lose a fight, and all these gunshots would draw infected, though he didn't like the fact that he was working on someone alone while in a building full of people shooting and dead bodies. No telling what may happen.