Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170211223504/@comment-5543592-20170213235410

Randall could move.  He took off like a, well, bullet, and was at the clinic in a short amount of time, kicking the door in, and dumping the woman on the table.

He frowned, surveying the girl. While he didn't doubt she probably deserved this somehow, Randall had a thing about people hurting the defenseless. He didn't like it, for some reason he couldn't explain.

He poked around and took some gauze wrap, wadded it up, and pressed it down on the girl's wound, and waiting for the doctor lady to show up.