“I’m very good”, he informed Faith with utter conviction. Even under the direst of circumstances he didn’t lose interest in bragging completely, and neither would he ever ignore a great opportunity – and working for her, at her restaurant, would definitely be a great opportunity! He’d get paid for something he’d have done anyway! “Who knows, maybe I could replace your old bard!” he mused before he pressed down on the wound even harder than before because he really didn’t want the woman to die as well.
His hands were a rather nice shade of red now, he noticed, and he studied them for a moment while he tried to stop the blood flow. He didn’t know what that particular shade of red was called, and he racked his brain …. until he suddenly realized that the woman had been bleeding all over his hands. His eyes widened, and his heart began to beat faster, but only for a moment because Faith kept on talking which made it hard for him to properly panic.
“So she’s not in danger anymore?” he asked Faith as she told him that he had saved the woman’s life, conveniently forgetting the fact that she might still be trapped under the beam if Faith hadn’t interrupted him. He didn’t want to think about that now and feel guilty again – because saving somebody and being praised for it just felt so extraordinary good. Her stitches were rather neat, he noticed, and he decided to add “doctor” and “seamstress” to her list of jobs (that already included restaurant owner, private investigator and part- time construction worker).
“Nursing”, he claimed as she asked him what medical experience he had – because that was essentially what he had been doing. “I used to take care of sick people. So what exactly are you doing?” he wanted to know, deciding that learning a bit of medical emergency care wouldn’t be a bad idea, especially for a man like him who regularly ended up in dangerous situations. “And how are we going to get her to the hospital?”