- Wed Jan 18, 2017 7:27 pm
Jon sat up quickly, ready to help him, as soon as he screamed out in pain over his rib. He did warn the bloke about that, but all he could do was wince and feel a bit sorry for him. "Danger?" He huffed, rather amused by that. Jon stood up, feeling a faint shock of pain in his own leg as he did. He wandered over toward the cabinets and started to shuffle around some of the old supplies for some painkillers. Not for himself, though. He had the good stuff at home. "If I was worried about any of that maybe I would have kept walking." He said with a smirk.
The cabinets squeaked as he pulled them open, and dust was flying everywhere when he pushed them shut. He grunted slightly as he dug low in the bottom cabinets, sweeping some of the shelves from front to back to find what he was looking for. Jon was glad there were supplies here at all, even though most of the injuries he tried to fix with magic, but the guy wouldn't have to know that. "Come on. Man of mystery makes you sound like some Bond fellow...man in black is too generic. Gotta have something to call you, right?" Jon pressed. He clicked his tongue and grinned as he found a some small vials in the back of one of the lower cabinets and quickly rose to his feet.
"This should help with the pain. I'm serious about the doctors, mate, you are in no condition to be up and around--you should get a lot of rest. One of these is for the pain, it'll probably knock you out for a good portion of the day. So no more alleyway adventures...and no heavy machinery. The healing ones will take some time but it may even minimize some of the scarring. I maybe pretty proud of what I stitched up all nice here, but they'll fade out with this." It was a couple of healing potions, and one for the pain, in different shaped vials. He tucked them away in a small black felt bag and pulled the string. Jon thought to toss these over to him too, but stopped. The way he seemed to search for him by sound, and how he didn't quite look directly at him made him believe this man was actually blind. When he looked over at him again, he noted the scratches, the patterns on him. Some wounds were deep, others minor. It was brighter here than it was in the alley so he knew better than to think it was really as the man said. "I feel like there's more than what you've told me here. These wounds here, and here..." He pointed at some of the thicker cuts, thicker stitches. "Honestly, looks like more than just someone who got drunk and wanted to get in a fight. What happened. Do you remember?"
He'd been in and around enough interrogations...he just didn't know that he'd find himself in one tonight, with a complete stranger.