"Shhh, hush..." her voice was low and soothing, a touch of pity heard in it. The woman seemed nearing her late twenties, long black haired tied back for practical reasons, large green eyes looking over him with genuine concern. She did not know the whole story, but her days of caring for him had seen long nights of him tossing and fretting in his sleep. She could tell he was hurting, and the concern would be just as evident to him.<br/><br/>"There is no thank you needed... I know you must be confused, but trust you are safe, and I promise all will be explained" she ran her fingers gingerly down his naked chest, over the blood encrusted bandage, the contact providing a slight, barely noticeable static. She could see his injuries like a Bat, the natural energies of her body focusing in her hand, laying out a map of his body in her mind. She was checking his injuries. The broken rib was of concern, but she could see that majority of his wounds were healing well. Some of the nastier ones refused to stop bleeding completely.<br/><br/>Dutifully, she stripped the bandage from his side, taking a cloth that smelt of alcohol and dabbing at his waist. While he could not see it, he would immediately feel the sting. A deep and ragged gash stretched from his hip and almost to his lower ribs, the lips of the wound green in places, hard like dead flesh. She knew that he had been in the ocean at some point. The waves must have thrown him cruelly through the coral beds. Much of it simply shattered as he crashed through it, meaning numerous but minor cuts, but a particularly strong cluster had ripped him open and infection quickly took hold. He would heal, but the scar would stay with him for life.<br/><br/>"Hold still... its gotta be done" she proceeded to clean the wound, which would be near excruciating for him. Applying the alcohol cleaner to such a deep wound would be like fire to him.<br/><br/>"There we go..." placing a new, clean path of padding over it, she expertly wrapped new bandaging around his mid section, managing to slip the roll under him with each passing. The ease and skill at how she handled him showed she knew her job quite well.<br/><br/>She ignored his exposed flacid member to the best of her abilities. She saw many naked patients, but almost all of them were women.