Eivind was already uncomfortable, hovering even, and Alaric hadn't gotten close. His comments were not helping anyone to feel better about the situation, and then on top of that the young man.. whom he still knew hardly anything about, was protesting. He'd grabbed his wrist in a panic, smart enough to at least understand Eivind was the one pulling for his well being and protecting them then. The human dug his nails into his skin, but Eivind didn't jerk his hand away, only glared.<br/><br/>“What would you have me do? He's the only one here who had any idea what he's doing,” Eivind tried to explain, but Alaric opened his mouth, and then the human was snapping back at him. Eivind held up his hand to Alaric when he came in closer, looking like he might throttle him over his words.<br/><br/>“Fucking hell, I'll do it. Just tell me how,” Eivind snapped.<br/><br/>“It shouldn't bother him so much. It isn't as if he has much virtue left to protect,” Alaric shot back, raising one of his brow in that infuriating way of his.<br/><br/>“Alaric, if you don't shut the fuck up I'm going to make you eat your words,” Eivind growled dangerously, trying to keep his patience enough to get done what needed to be done. They usually bickered, but even Alaric could tell he was walking on thin ice with the typically non-confrontational male. Synnove came over to help with the herbs.<br/><br/>“We can just start with steeping a tea. Those,” Alaric pointed, “are a natural pain reliever and it might.. even him out a little bit more.” Synnove nodded and picked up a cup to place some of the crushed and bruised leaves into. Alaric smelled it before passing it along to Eivind.<br/><br/>“And it's okay for a human to drink?” Eivind questioned as he sat back down on the bed, to help the young man sit up if he needed it.<br/><br/>“I mean.. I would think so, but I already told you. I'm not what the kid needs, and I don't practice human fucking medicine,” Alaric snapped. “If it kills him, we won't have a problem now will we?”<br/><br/>“That's enough, Alaric. It's not going to hurt him, Eivind,” Synnove had said. “What is the next step?” she asked her brother.<br/><br/>“Ah, I don't even know what the fuck they did trying to stitch him. It probably needs to come out, but it's hard to say when no one will let me get close enough to see,” Alaric grumbled. “Are there pockets where infection is trapped? Those need to be opened and cleaned, and you need to leave an area for drainage. It's never going to heal up pretty, but maybe you can stop the infection from reaching his blood stream. If he goes septic, there's nothing any of us are going to be able to do for him.”<br/><br/>Eivind did need Alaric's help, as much as he didn't want to admit it. He trusted the werewolves knowledge, and knew it was far beyond his own as far as treating and healing wounds went. He didn't want to keep pushing the young man, but he needed to do this. Alaric was talking about how things could go badly, and he really did smell sick.<br/><br/>“You're going to have to let us do something,” Eivind told him, pulling his arm out to get a look at the ugly wound on his side that was without a doubt the source of the infection he smelled. “Turn a little bit?”<br/><br/>“Talk to him, Eivind,” Synnove suggested, listening to Eivind simply say how it was going to be. She was moving about, trying to make herself helpful and grab whatever was needed.<br/><br/>“What is your name?” she questioned, bringing a bowl of warm water over, wishing that they had more supplies with them. This was hardly a sanitary sort of environment. Alaric had found a hunting knife, and was sharpening it before setting it into the still boiling water. He next crushed up the flowers, and their leaves he'd brought in to make a paste. He brought the knife and the bowl over as well, and then handed Eivind another leaf. It smelled like mint.<br/><br/>“It will help numb the wound slightly. You're going to have to poke around a bit, but you should wash your hands first.”