A frown touched Ryan’s expression when he noticed just how much Eric was bleeding. “Well, dear Eric, I can assure you that I won’t be half-assing my job.” He said as he pulled Eric’s shirt off the rest of the way. As gently as he could, he touched the area where the stitches were. “It might take awhile to heal, longer than it would have if they hadn’t decided to give you a beating.” It looked like they didn’t even try to patch him up at all and that pissed him off a little. Not as much as the beating pissed him off, though. He had also taken notice to change in Eric’s temperature, and the fact that he was breathing a little heavier. Waiting around for his men was starting to make him impatient. Ryan was about to call for them when they finally came back with supplies. Thanking them, he sent them away.<br/><br/>Ryan got right to work doing what he could with the stitches. He had to remove what was there already and redo it completely. It was a bit of a task, but he managed. Once he was finished he said, “There you are. I know it isn’t the greatest job but I did what I could.” He gave a wink and sank back against the couch. For a moment, he just closed his eyed and relaxed a little. The adrenaline from earlier was starting to fade and he was slipping out of that military demeanor pretty quickly. He was also starting to feel pretty tired, but said nothing about it. There was no way he would rest now. He had to make sure that Eric was alright, even though he seemed to still be holding up, and didn’t need to actually be rushed to the hospital. If he had to, that might be a problem.