Agatha nodded, beckoning for him to sit down as she knelt
down. She opened her bag, retrieving rubbing alcohol and the
stitched supplies. She shifted on her knees, holding the
supplies.
Hadrian stood there, He looked off balance. He spit out some blood
and wiped some blood out of his eye. There was blood dripping down
his face. He picked up his swords and put them on his back. “Well
Great, Now I’m going to miss one of my eyebrows” he said then
collapsed on the ground. He lost quite a bit of blood.
Agatha shook her head. "Hey! You two!" She pointed to two
large men. "Carry him to the medical tent and lay him on the cot.
I'll be there shortly." The two men blinked before following the
command. She turned back to Max, wiping the wound down before
beginning to sew it up.
Agatha finished up quickly but efficiently, putting a patch
over the stitching. "Don't get it wet, yada yada, I've told you all
this before." She said, packing up her things and throwing the bag
over her shoulder. She stood, pivoting on her heel and jogging to
get tent. She saw the two men exit as she quickened into a run.
"Exactly..." North said. "Perhaps we can buy less, almost an equal
amount to their planes , so that we can pay the same amount with
fuel included?" She hummed, brow furrowed in thought.