Something that would close it up. Don Juan frowned as he opened the door to the little cabinet where the healing supplies had been crowded. Nothing like that, he didn't think — it probably wasn't the most pressing issue to address given that the supplies were only supposed to tide him over until a mediwitch could help him, not entirely replace them. If Hudson was beaten badly enough that he had gaping wounds, that was the sort of thing that would have required a healer's expertise to patch up without leaving scars. That said, there was plenty that could help.

"This one slows bleeding," he said, fishing a bottle out and holding it towards Dean for a second before he thought better of making the man with the wounded hand hold his own medical supplies. He took it back and unscrewed the lid and looked for something he could dab a bit on, so that he could then hold it over the cut. He'd said slows bleeding, but with a small wound like that Don Juan imagined it would probably stop it entirely if pressed over it for long enough. "Does it hurt? There's pain potions. General and localized." He had said this without thinking but now wondered if this was a conspicuous amount of knowledge to have about the contents of Hudson's medical cabinet. He glanced at Dean briefly to gauge his reaction, then hurriedly turned his attention back down to preparing the damp towel that would stop the blood flow.

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