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[color=DCDCDC][b]"You're not allowed to die"[/b][/color][/center]

Shallow breathing could be heard behind Leonard's mask. Even if he was a doctor, and a damn good one in terms of skill, he still lacked a definitive factor to being able to handle something like this. Experience. A veteran surgeon wouldn't bat an eye at seeing a body mutilated, and he most certainly was not a veteran. As he neared finishing treating the knee, nausea, unease, and lack of real confidence started taking their toll. Before long, he looked like he hadn't eaten in a month, and his hands were quaking as he started stitching the wound shut. The bleeding was stopped, the bullet was gone, and the shards of knee had been moved or put back into place if he believed they would heal back together well enough. Standing, his legs quaked as he gathered his things, several syringes and scalpels rolling out as he fumbled, struggling to cover himself with his coat. He hoped he'd managed to save the man's leg, at the very least. 

Feeling like he was going to hurl, he was about to clean the blood off his gloves before Nikko came over and...praised him. She actually praised him for doing something so stupid and reckless as saving someone who was prepared to shoot him. A slight tinge of red, hidden by his black-iron mask, emerged on his cheeks as he smiled. [color=DCDCDC][b]"T-Thank you...I-i-it wasn't easy, b-b-but I think he'll b-b-be okay."[/b][/color] he explained, legs still quaking and most of the stuttering coming from his teeth chattering. He was nervous as nervous could be. Then she picked him up and threw him over her back. Confused as all get-out, he flailed a bit as she ran, realizing that she was still fully intent on having him in her crew. Resigning himself, he just let her carry him. He'd had enough for one day at that point.