[Willock isn't shocked by the shadow this time, but he does watch it in interest as it opens the cabinets and comes back with the supplies. He reaches out to touch it as it hands the stuff over to him, testing to see if it's solid, and stares momentarily again as it vanishes.
He dabs and wipes at the edges of the wound with antiseptic, then spreads a fresh dressing over it. He glances briefly at Leonhardt's face to see if he's showing any kind of pain--if he's going to remain conscious for much longer, Willock should probably give him a few injections of morphine, in spite of his shallow breathing. He turns his eyes to the EKG, wondering if he can risk stepping out to send someone out for the painkiller. He shouldn't make any more requests of Joshua, knowing what he knows now.
Leonhardt's heart rate is weak, but the rhythmic beeping isn't slowing, so he quickly washes his hands and gestures to Joshua to stay put.]
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He dabs and wipes at the edges of the wound with antiseptic, then spreads a fresh dressing over it. He glances briefly at Leonhardt's face to see if he's showing any kind of pain--if he's going to remain conscious for much longer, Willock should probably give him a few injections of morphine, in spite of his shallow breathing. He turns his eyes to the EKG, wondering if he can risk stepping out to send someone out for the painkiller. He shouldn't make any more requests of Joshua, knowing what he knows now.
Leonhardt's heart rate is weak, but the rhythmic beeping isn't slowing, so he quickly washes his hands and gestures to Joshua to stay put.]
One second. I'm going to find some morphine.