Forgetting everything else, Marcus bashed his way inside his own home, worring about the damage later.  A simple hand flick cleared his dinning table, sending plates crashing to the floor.  Gently setting her down, he ripped open her shirt to have a clearier view of her wound.  Digging through his cupboards, throwing useless items aside, he returned to her side with several plants in hand.  A quick pounding in a mortar and pestal produced the paste he required.  Gently rubbing the cold medicine all along the wound, he checked her eyes and for her pulse.