[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, Armory
[b]Skills:[/b] General medical, general surgery, fast reflexes[/center]
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People were starting to take note of Manny's little incident. He didn't care, he was no soldier, and killing people wasn't something that was common for him. With that in mind, he tried to run the numbers, and he's pretty sure he killed about as many people in the last hour as he had in his life. That idea, scared him a bit. He worried about what would happen to him if he became too used to the idea of killing people. He was clenching the 20 gauge now, not sure if it was out of anger, or if it was because it was one of the few things that made him relax, holding such power in his hands. It didn't take too long to relax. Soon enough he could think strait again, soon enough he could come back to reality, and not think about the kind of person he could become.

After taking yet another moment to calm himself down he took in the situation again. The fighting for now was over, but more were bound to come. For now, he had his new shotgun, plenty of bullets, enough food to keep him going a while, and hurt people he needed to make feel better. He almost wished he had suckers to give, partially for old times sake to bring some normality to the world, and also because he liked picturing the faces on adults when he gave them kids treatment. He found it funny. "[color=00aeef]Alright humans, let's see what the damage is and get the hell out of here.[/color]" The girl he worked on before, the one they called Navy, she would be first. He had worked on her, at the cost of the young man, and the idea of losing her so soon after Manny chose who to work on first scared him. She asked for help anyways, and she was pretty banged up as it was.

Manny went to "Navy" as they called her and grabbed what medical supplies were left from the kit. "[color=00aeef]Ma'am, I'll need to take a final look at your injuries, they're probably worse then the rest we have here. And I hate leaving a job unfinished.[/color]" He tried to be polite about it, though if she said no Manny would get louder, he was insistent when he wanted to be. But she cooperated easy enough, which was fine by Manny, made his job easy. Well, easier. "[color=00aeef]Ive worked on your twice now and I still don't know you're name? I'm Emanuel Newman, most people call me Manny though. It's easier on the little's and is a bit more catchy.[/color]" Her shoulder wound was harsh, so he needed to put some light antibiotic ointment on the wound, and redress it. The belt was a poor short term solution, and he liked the idea of having one again, so he would put some tight bandaging on it and make sure the medical gauze was packed well. He was too tired to do proper stitching, but it should hold otherwise. It had been too long anyways, if he stitched it now it may cause infection.

Once finished he put his belt back on and smiled. "[color=00aeef]That should do for now, keep it under wrap, if possible change the bandages daily, and clean that wound. It's the worst of all of them and honestly as long as the rest are cleaned you should be fine. Keep me in the loop and if it gets discolored find some strong antibiotics, few will still be in date but in your case it'll be better then nothing.[/color]" She had other wounds, but that arm wound was the one that really needed attention. The rest should be able to be taken care of without his help. He was tempted to give her pain killers but he didn't think aspirin would really cut the trick. At least not in a dose that wouldn't kill her. "[color=00aeef]I can't do much for the pain, there are some basic meds but I don't think it'll make any difference.[/color]" He moved on. Others were still hurt and he was the only person not combat wounded. Funny how that worked sometimes.

Next on his list of almost but not quite dead people was one of the younger girls of the group. She seemed kinder then the rest, but only time would tell. She had a pretty harsh leg wound though that if the blood wasn't slowed soon could become a problem. he went up to her hoping she would let him fix up her leg. "[color=00aeef]So I'm Manny, the local doctor, I was hoping I could get your name and permission to stop that leg from getting any worse then it already is.[/color]" After a short bit, Manny would give up his belt to slow the bleeding for a while and bandage and patch up the wound on her leg. It wasn't too bad as far as Manny could tell, but he was only a dentist, so only time would tell.

Manny was sad to see his belt go again but he could find a new one. Maybe the girl would give it back once her blood pressure was stable again, that would be nice. If the bleeding hadn't killed her yet then she shouldn't need it too long. Just enough to keep the bleeding down low so she didn't bleed out while walking. "[color=00aeef]That should hold for now, I don't have much for the pain but it shouldn't get infected. Just do what you can to keep it clean alright?[/color]" After a brief pause he stopped and thought. "[color=00aeef]Manny, if you didn't hear before. What's your name so I don't have to keep referring to you as young lady?[/color]" He hated not knowing anything about the people he was working on. Mostly because it made him work harder to keep them alive when he knew them. He wanted to do that more with everyone he worked with.

Next was the other young girl, the one who Manny is still pretty sure is tempted to execute him for being apart of the people of Eden, though she hadn't yet. She formed together a plan to gather up what supplies they could find and get the hell out of dodge, which he didn't mind that idea. Anyone that wasn't walking wounded was expected to help carry as much as possible, which meant Manny and Alexander mostly. Hopefully his patching skills would be enough to get others in the mix. She mentioned something about a tank, though Manny figured that was just a simile for a really big truck or something. Who the hell had a tank now a days anyways? let alone knew how to drive and operate one? But the idea was cool, though if they couldn't use it for bringing out supplies it seemed like a useless truck to Manny. Hopefully these bastards had something useful in terms of transportation. Maybe an RV, Manny wouldn't mind that, a bed on the road. And a place that maybe he could convert into a proper room to work on people. 

She seemed a bit more resistant, but in the end Manny patched up her basic wounds. Nothing too extreme but definitely not pretty. "[color=00aeef]So miss Tank girl, you got a name or am I just going to call you tank girl? I don't mind either way but I find it better to know none the less.[/color]" her wounds weren't bad, some cleaning and they would be fine. Alexander was the same way, Manny looked at his hand, but honestly there wasn't a lot Manny could do. He didn't know much about hands, he was a dentist. It seemed fine from his guess though, so chances are it would heal fine with the exception of some stiffness. "[color=00aeef]Keep that clean, alcohol wipes if you can.[/color]" Manny wanted to keep Alexander alive especially, otherwise Manny for sure would be the oldest person on the planet. He wasn't a fan of that as kids he worked with called him that a lot.

By the time he was done Manny was pretty out of it. He would help move whatever supplies he could carry, but overall he didn't have a lot left. He also didn't like the idea of going out a window, but his options were limited. He would make due, and follow the others here until he figured out what he was doing with his life. For now, these people would have to do unless they decided to kill him. Then he figured he could put up a stand, but they all seemed more relaxed now that the main fighting was over. He would trust them for now, and see where it went from here. Who knows, maybe he would find someone to care about? He liked that idea, despite being scared of it at the same time.