"Because it didn't hurOW!" Night hissed as the doc sprinkled some disinfectant alcohol on the spot and began to re-stitch the wound. "Some warGrrk!" Night sputtered as the doc shoved a bar of rubber into his mouth before returning to their work. With his mouth full, he turned and glared, but the doc ignored it and wrapped up the wound in new bandages. The doc then began to prod and poke the other injuries, wrapping them up after cleaning and re-stitching. Night made a lot of angry squeaking sounds as the doc held out his wing and boop instructed him to hold it out straight. They held a light over the scabbing wounds and brought some ointment over, spreading it over Night's wing. 