"You can tell all of your friends you got into a fight with a creature and won." Jack chuckled as he stood to ready the materials he would need to do the sutures. That's what Emerson would do. Always adding details to a story to make it more interesting.

Lining up the dittany, the salve that would numb the area and his stitching tools, Jack realized he hadn't gotten all of the normal paperwork nonsense out of the way. "Alright sir, I need some details, like your name, how old you are, which hand is that again?" Jack knew it was his left, but the more distraction the better, he usually figured. "Is this mum? What's her name?" He continued, as he put all of his things on a tray, bringing the parchment and potions back to where his young patient sat.