[Poggio]

Being held, lulled the tired man into a light slumber until his shirt was sliced away from his skin, and the antiseptic was applied. Galvin had nearly forgotten the doctor was here to help, and stilled his hand before it connected. Looking around he realized he was still in Ambrosia's grasp, being held up so the doctor could easily apply the stitches. He looked up at the man bewildered. “What time is it?”