TW: Blood

It all happened so fast. One minute he was heading to one of the cabin’s to check in on a villager he’d helped on one of his trips into the village, the next he was being ripped into a cabin round the middle. Leaning up on his elbows from the floor as the door slammed shut, eyes scanning. “What the...” That’s when he realized that something else demanded his attention. Someone had tripped making a run for the building, a small gash to the head. While it was indeed minute, the blood flowing freely had him grabbing the nearest bit of cloth he could grab and pressing it down. “Apologies, but that might need some stitches...” He murmured. Looking around, he caught eyes with one of the other inhabitants in the suddenly very small space. “Can you find a first aid kit?”