"I need bandages, hot water, my needle and thread for stitches, alcohol, and a small flashlight for light," Rafael instructed as Marco lay down on the bed, grimacing in pain.
Patrick sprinted out of the room, heading to Rafael's to gather the supplies. Within minutes, he returned with everything Rafael had requested, while Lucas came shortly after, carefully carrying the hot water.
"The alcohol?" Rafael prompted, stretching his hand forward. Lucas handed him the bottle.
Rafael poured the alcohol over the forceps and then moved closer to Marco, raising the flashlight Lucas held to get a better view of the wound.
"This will hurt a bit…" Rafael warned, his voice calm but firm as he picked up the sterilized forceps and carefully inserted them into the bullet wound on Marco's hand.