[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] Quincy, Florida: E9. House, C9
[b]Skills:[/b] Fast reflexes, general medical [/center]

Thalia had stayed calm overall so far, but she seemed to be getting sick of the petty jokes to keep her calm. What did take Manny by surprise, almost making his old heart skip a beat, was the circular saw that Thana had brought in. "[color=00aeef]Are you fucking crazy that is the exact opposite of calm and collective! Are you trying to paint the walls red with all natural paint?! Because that's what we're about to do![/color]" [i]We're[/i]. Manny knew there wasn't much in terms of options here. Thalia had seconds before it would be too late to do this. "[color=00aeef]Fuck my life...[/color]" Manny spoke with a dead tone, he couldn't let emotions get in the way now. Emotions got people killed.

Everyone else was emotional enough though to keep things moving, that was good. Everyone was comforting, preparing for the worst, preparing for the best, and... Manny was pretty sure flirting. He knew some Spanish, enough that he could follow some conversations, but he was almost sure that there was flirting going on. He never shared that he knew any Spanish, he couldn't speak it well at all, and he could barely understand it. Though it did give him the benefit of knowing what the girls were talking about when they thought he couldn't understand them. He hoped that Thalia and Beatrice could both be happy together. Like all the girls in Manny's life, they scared the ever living shit out of him.

Now, with the saw in hand, and the young girl pinned to the table. Manny would begin. "[color=00aeef]BRACE![/color]" was all he said. Short enough to get people's attention, but not long enough for Thalia to jerk away. By the time she would instinctively jerk and resist the pain of the now aging saw there would be several people on top of her, keeping her from moving too much. The large circular blade cut through the lower arm like... well a saw through an arm. Sending skin, bone, blood, muscle, and anything else Manny could think of all over. God there was so much. The bleeding would be under control for a little bit, as least as much as could be in this situation, but once the arm was off Manny would have to act fast.

Cut goes through as smoothly as a circular saw can, but then she goes under. "[color=00aeef]Shit![/color]" He figured this would happen, he wanted to avoid it if possible but at least she wouldn't move now. But this meant he had less time then he would have wanted to stop the bleeding, and there is no way to know for sure if the infection didn't spread or not. God he hoped not. To go through all of that just to still be infected? That would be... probably too much for anyone. Manny got to work sealing the blood vessels with what little he had available to him. Not much, but soon enough the blood stopped flowing. Finally, some good news. "[color=00aeef]THANA! Get me something to smooth down the bone with, the blood stopped for now but if we don't do something soon she will get infected.[/color]" Once Thana got the tools from the garage needed to smooth out the bone Manny got started. It was... a longer process then he would have wished, but it was done. After that Manny pulled whatever loose skin he could and made flaps, sewing those together was probably the easiest part of this whole mess.

The whole process took hours to finish, but eventually he was done. The stump was bandaged and would heal eventually. If healed well a prosthetic could be applied in just a week or two. Maybe sooner if it healed up really well. Used up most of the bandages he had left, and it wasn't clean work. But it was done. She should live, and she doesn't have a real fever, so she's not infected. Most likely. So overall, things were.... great. This was one of his more intense doctoring moments, even more so then with Alexander, but overall, he was scared shit less. "[color=00aeef]God dammit... why couldn't I specialize in beer or something like that. Being a doctor sucks.[/color]" He actually liked being a doctor, but the stress wasn't good for him.