[i]The man rubbed the back of his head, then sighed. He left the room, and soon returned with a bucket of water, towel, disinfectant, the long, white, wrap-around kind of bandages, stitching materials... where he got the stuff was an entirely different story. He proceeded to fold the towel, then soak it in the bucket of water. Afterwards, the man carefully began cleaning the mud and dried blood off of the woman, shifting the towel every so often. Eventually he managed to have the woman mostly cleaned up, and grabbed up the spray bottle of disinfectant, shaking it. He uncapped it, and quickly sprayed down the woman's wounds, before grabbing the stitches. As he wasn't very skilled with them, he stitched closed only the largest wounds, not making the stitches very intricate like a surgeon might be able to. Finally, as it looked as though the woman would not be in danger of blacking out, he used the bandages he had to wrap the woman's wounds up; in the end there would be a lot of bandages on her, to the point where she could have paced for a mummy if her face were more covered. He sighed, sat on the table, worn out. Now, he simply waited for her to wake up.[/i]