There was more than met the eye to just about everyone here, that was patently obvious to everyone by now, but that didn't mean that Methos was any less surprised to see a bullet leaving Quentin's body of its own free will. The man's heart rate was getting stronger by the second in any case, and he would wake up in no time. Learning how and why could follow some other time.
Shaking his head in bemusement, Methos placed a rolled up tablecloth under the man's head before standing to take a look around. Almost everyone appeared fine now - or as fine as one could be, with dressings and bandages hastily applied. The temptation to wander around and check minor wounds was great, but House seemed to be taking care of that - the irascible medic had stumbled through the door no long ago, retrieving his cane before taking a seat and yelling for the walking wounded to come over so he could make sure they weren't courting septicaemia.
Fine, he grumbled silently as he jogged after Scott and the Doctor. Why couldn't his conscience have stayed buried? Making friends was becoming more of a hassle every bloody year.
[Methos] The doctor is in (tag Scott, Doctor, open)
There was more than met the eye to just about everyone here, that was patently obvious to everyone by now, but that didn't mean that Methos was any less surprised to see a bullet leaving Quentin's body of its own free will. The man's heart rate was getting stronger by the second in any case, and he would wake up in no time. Learning how and why could follow some other time.
Shaking his head in bemusement, Methos placed a rolled up tablecloth under the man's head before standing to take a look around. Almost everyone appeared fine now - or as fine as one could be, with dressings and bandages hastily applied. The temptation to wander around and check minor wounds was great, but House seemed to be taking care of that - the irascible medic had stumbled through the door no long ago, retrieving his cane before taking a seat and yelling for the walking wounded to come over so he could make sure they weren't courting septicaemia.
Fine, he grumbled silently as he jogged after Scott and the Doctor. Why couldn't his conscience have stayed buried? Making friends was becoming more of a hassle every bloody year.