Cyrus
Cyrus listened to the conversation in silence. He thought about his family. God it had been long. He hadn't talked to them since he turned 18 and moved out. He had hated them then, but now....it was different. As for the team he was part of, they had all been killed. Why he was still alive, he had no idea. It was a mystery.
When her heard the girl named Clara mention Keriki's hurt arm he snapped back to reality. Despite the girl saying she was fine her arm looked bad. It was only cut, not too deep, but it seemed it had a powder burn from residue on the bullet and it was infecting her arm rapidly. The area around it was black and swollen.
"Damn," he muttered. "Let me see your arm please."
Cyrus opened his backpack and pulled out a water bottle, an antiseptic wipe, some antibiotic cream, and a wrap bandage.
"Like I said, I'm a proficient field doctor," Cyrus explained.
He wet the area and then wiped it off with the antiseptic wipe before applying some of the cream and wrapping her arm. He taped it down and then said, "There, that should do it with some time and patience. Also here," he said offering a Tylenol. "It'll help the wound heal and prevent infection."