Eric's room

"All right, I guess I'll get started then..." Ian sighed as he got up to leave the common room, knowing he had a long evening of studying ahead of him. As much as he really didn't feel like staring at words tonight, he knew his parents would have his neck if they found out he'd been slipping up on his study schedule. "And we wouldn't want that now, would w--" Ian cut himself off once he noticed the trail of red running down the hall, leading straight to Eric's room. Blood. A short gasp escaped his mouth and he picked up speed, stopping once he got to her doorway.

Inside the room, he could see the girl Scout fumbling with a set of bandages... albeit unsuccessfully. "Is... Is everything okay?" He asked, cautiously taking a step towards her. Well, obviously everything was not okay, but he honestly didn't know what else to say.

"Y-Yeah, of course." Taking the bandages from Eric, Ian got a closer look at her wound. Yeah, it was definitely not okay, but it was nothing he couldn't fix. Thing is, the medic could barely tell where the arm gash started or ended, because there was so much of a bloody mess around it. "Yikes... we should really uh... get this cleaned up first. Is that okay?" He motioned for her to follow him to the ward -- he could do a better job there.

Once they got into the ward, Ian pointed at one of the chairs in the room, hoping Eric would take the notion to sit down. Then he went to one of the drawers, pulled out a sterile rag, and ran it through water. "It shouldn't take much... I just don't want it to get any worse on you." Once he got back to Eric, he dabbed at the area around the gash with the rag, making an effort to try and be as careful as possible.

Once it looked clean enough, Ian took the bandage roll and quickly wrapped up the now-clean arm -- he'd always had a knack for dressing wounds. Then he took a step back an inspected his work. "Y'know, you're pretty lucky that the spot is as high up on your body as it is, otherwise... it might--" He stopped for a second, thinking that Eric probably didn't care, but continued anyway. "...not have stopped bleeding on its own. ...It should be okay for now, though."

To be honest, Ian wasn't sure what he thought about Eric admitting to having smuggled medical supplies. Was it because she didn't think he could do his job? That he was just a shitty young doctor? He really hoped the slightly hurt feeling wasn't showing up on his face. "...Y-Yeah, I guess that's okay," He started, and felt himself getting more nervous. "Just... don't be afraid to come find me -- I mean, if it becomes too much." Then the medic quickly turned around and started putting things away.

Ian was reaching into another cabinet for a towel when she asked him the question. He stood up with a clean cloth and turned towards her. "No, no... it's not you. I--" He cut himself off for a second to gather his thoughts... yet again. "I just have trouble talking to people who I've just met... that's all." The last part came out slightly rushed, and then the medic bolted out of the ward to clean up the trail of blood in the hallway.

"Nah... it's no big deal." Ian responded to the girl without turning around to face her. "Besides," The towel fell out of his hands and landed at the start of the trail. "I already started anyway." Laughing a little bit, the medic used his feet to move the towel along the floor towards Eric's room. Behind him, Ian could see that the floor was being stained by the blood here and there -- but he knew there was nothing he could do about that.

"Alright... suit yourself." Ian realized there wasn't any harm in her helping, but he didn't see what the big deal was. To him, this wasn't really a 'problem' -- just something that needed to be done. And what better way of making sure it's done than by doing it himself? He shrugged off the thought though, as he cleaned up in the opposite direction Eric was working on. "Thanks, though."