What he has to do. Yes. That's what he has to focus on, doing what he took an oath to do, not what his accursed unlife demanded that he do. He was still a doctor, and he would not let his hunger rule him.
His hands steady as the young woman takes over applying pressure, and Reid immediately turns to his bag, dropped on the stones by them, and digs around for his supplies.
"I'll have to suture the wound and prevent him from bleeding out," he says, as much to keep himself focused as to explain to her. "It'll be messy, but the alternative is worse. How well do you handle.. blood?" His voice shook ever so slightly on the last word, and he had to hope his own difficulty managing it wasn't too noticeable.
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His hands steady as the young woman takes over applying pressure, and Reid immediately turns to his bag, dropped on the stones by them, and digs around for his supplies.
"I'll have to suture the wound and prevent him from bleeding out," he says, as much to keep himself focused as to explain to her. "It'll be messy, but the alternative is worse. How well do you handle.. blood?" His voice shook ever so slightly on the last word, and he had to hope his own difficulty managing it wasn't too noticeable.