"Give me the rifle." 
Donald looked at Malcom, "What fer, ya dun broke it."
"The stock is broken, but it can still shoot, i might need it again." replied Malcom.
Donald handed the broken rifle to him, "Fifty years"
"Do what?" Malcom asked.
"I didn't say anything mister." Donald replied as he went to get the cart.
Malcom stuck the rifle between his belt and trousers, before cradling Selene in his arms.
"Maybe, I need to give you a bath now. " chuckled Malcom.
He carried her to the doctor's house, but of course he wasnt there.
Selene suggested that he might be in the village center, but Malcom insisted that they stay here.
He kicked open the door of the doctor's home, and carried Selene over the threshhold and laid her on the Doc's bed.
"I'll see if i can find some bandages or a first aid kit."
Malcom neatly tore the place apart looking for what he needed. 
"This will sting a lot, bite down on this."
He placed part of a leather strap between her teeth, before pouring peroxide and rubbing alcohol on her wounds.