A girl with a sword on her back limps into the infirmary. She has a pretty bad gash on her leg, which she has tied up with a sock, and looks very pale, but she bows to Marian anyway and offers her the apple and roll she's holding from the cafeteria.

Yikes! That doesn't look great! 

"Here - let's get you sitting down," Marian interjects, diving in to offer the girl her arm and help her get some of the weight off that leg. "On the gurney, just here - how much blood did you lose -?" She tries to see how bloody the sock-bandage is. 

She's followed by Wen Qing, who bows and says to Huang in Mandarin, "I'm Wen Qing and this is Marian. Do you speak English or is Mandarin more comfortable?"

"I don't speak English," she replies to Wen Qing in Mandarin. Is Marian going to take the food or not.

Marian will take the food and shove it in her nearest available scrubs pocket, but she's mostly focused on getting the injured kid onto the cot and horizontal. 

"Wen Qing, can you please ask her what happened, how long ago, and how much blood she thinks she lost?" 

Oh lying down that's nice.

"Wen Qing, get vital signs and start a notebook entry, please. And tell her I need to have a look at the wound." 

Marian, fortunately, has GLOVES now. They're extra large, clear vinyl-y, and labeled in Russian. She didn't even know gloves came in XL size and she needs rubber bands on her wrists to keep them on, but at least she won't be getting her hands in blood and possibly mal-ichor. Or whatever mals have inside them. Probably it varies? Probably the weird metal kind don't have any blood or equivalent fluids... 

Focus. She's going to hastily glove up - damn it she needs to remember to add 'hand sanitizer' to her alchemy requests list - and grab three rolls of gauze from her box and a non-adhesive dressing and a suture kit and the ancient crusty bottle of iodine. - Mental note she needs a rolling table on wheels, this is super unwieldy to carry over and there's nowhere to put it except on the gurney beside the girl's legs. 

Does Wen Qing have vital signs for her yet or an answer on what happened to the kid. 

"I'm taking your vital signs," Wen Qing says, putting her fingers on Huang's wrist. "What happened, how long ago, and how much blood did you lose? The nurse is going to need to take a look at your wound."

"A scratcher scratched me, about ten minutes ago - it took me some time to get up the stairs. Beyond what's on the sock I believe there was a little puddle, yea big -" She gestures a bagel sized disk. "Of course she may look."

Wen Qing translates and adds, "Heart rate of 120, blood pressure of 115/70."

"- Okay, that's not worrying - heart rate's probably just up because she had to climb a bunch of stairs? If her blood pressure stays stable I don't think she needs IV fluids - remains to be seen if she needs stitches..."

Marian gets her gauze and dressing pad ready in case there's a lot of bleeding when she loosens the sock, though she doesn't expect it to spurt or anything, the girl would be in much worse shape if the 'scratcher' whatever that meant had hit an artery. 

"Sorry, this might hurt - I need to see how deep it is." Peek. 

"I have bacteria-killing spell ready if you need it."

"- Oh, yeah, that's a good idea - I was going to disinfect around it with iodine but that'll sting like fuck, if the spell doesn't have nasty side effects or risks it seems clearly better." 

She is trying to wipe away the blood around the site now so she can get a good look at how deep the wound is and whether it's going to need stitches. 

Huang does her best to hold very still.

"It's Arabic," Wen Qing says to Huang.

She covers her ears.

She recites a poem quickly in Arabic. 

...Well, that's a pretty nasty laceration but it's not as deep or gushing blood as much as she feared. It's still bleeding but more a slow leak. 

"- I think this needs stitches, and to take it easy on this leg for a day so it can knit up, but it should heal fine? ...Wen Qing, can you ask her if she needs something for pain, or for me to do it under local anesthetic, I don't have any but the void might give me some..." 

There is a soft, tentative knocking on the door. 

Wen Qing translates for Huang, then gets the door. "I'm Wen Qing and this is Marian. Is this an emergency?"

"--No, sorry." 

"Wait a minute please and we'll be with you shortly."

"Okay." 

She stands off to the side of the door making herself as unobtrusive as possible. 

....Apparently, when it rains it pours. 

"Sorry, a bit in the middle of something! You can go sit on the other gurney and Wen Qing will be over to take your vital signs when she's done helping me here."

Stitches. Great. She doesn't love the idea, having never done stitches before, but probably, technically, she can. 

...She tentatively enters the room and makes her way to the gurney, careful to not get anywhere near anywhere that looks like it might be in either Marian's or Wen Qing's way.