[Ethlyn is having a nice cup of tea in the kitchen, enjoying the sight of bees buzzing around the windowbox in spite of their urban surroundings, when she hears the rumble of rapidly shifting earth outside.
If she didn't already know the sound she'd be quite alarmed--earthquakes are rare things in Jugdral--but instead, she grabs the kitchen's first-aid bag, ducks into the closet for her staff, and rushes outside as Toph bellows louder than a rockslide.
Minato. He is covered in blood, but it's his shoulder where everything looks fully saturated. Far paler than normal, but conscious, which is a mercy.]
She touches Toph on the shoulder and hands over her staff.]
Hold this, please. [Her voice is crisp and calm; this is work she's done too many times to count.] What is your name, sir?
[Because Minato might be conscious, but she doesn't yet know how conscious. She sets the bag down on the convenient new table in front of the clinic, pulls on a pair of nitrile gloves, and starts to cut his shirt away to get a better look at the wound.]
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If she didn't already know the sound she'd be quite alarmed--earthquakes are rare things in Jugdral--but instead, she grabs the kitchen's first-aid bag, ducks into the closet for her staff, and rushes outside as Toph bellows louder than a rockslide.
Minato. He is covered in blood, but it's his shoulder where everything looks fully saturated. Far paler than normal, but conscious, which is a mercy.]
She touches Toph on the shoulder and hands over her staff.]
Hold this, please. [Her voice is crisp and calm; this is work she's done too many times to count.] What is your name, sir?
[Because Minato might be conscious, but she doesn't yet know how conscious. She sets the bag down on the convenient new table in front of the clinic, pulls on a pair of nitrile gloves, and starts to cut his shirt away to get a better look at the wound.]