Judith was afraid he would say that. Stitches meant a needle had to patch her flesh together before the infection spread. A shiver ran through her body and she cringed at the thought of cold metal piercing her skin one by one in a lacing motion. “How about we say we did and forget this ever happened?“ She quirked a brow, but although she wanted to believe that the male would let her go without performing some medical procedure on her - the odds weren’t in her favors. A light groan escaped her lips pushing her shirt a bit higher so her blue hues could get a better look at the gash.
”—— Do it before I change my mind.” She mumbled.
His eyes focused on her wound as he listened to her try and get out of this. Ryan didn’t like needles either, but he’d rather it get patched up and made sterile than have it get infected and her ending up losing a hand or something. The soldier smiled, not responding to her as he reached for the alcohol. “On three, i’ll pour the alcohol on it, mmkay?” He paused, not even waiting for a response before he started counting. "1,2–“ Ryan didn’t even attempt to count to three as he poured the alcohol onto the wound on two. This was a technique used by many medics, that way you would be expecting pain on three, but receive it at two and it wouldn’t hurt as much.
Reaching for the needle and stitch, he made sure the wound would be able to heal fast and well. "Y'er hand might not heal for a few weeks, so try and not use the hand so much.” Ryan advised as he threaded the string into the needle. “Just breathe, don’t focus on the pain.” He continued to give instructions as he squinted his eyes. The needle pierced the skin, the soldier continued to weave it in and out of her wound as it began to seal shut. Biting the thread off with his teeth, he looked up at Judith with a smile.
