[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR0pmc6n/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Rapunzel's Tower 
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] Medical Science [hr][hr][/center]	[color=silver]"He'll live,"[/color] Megan told her parents curtly. They had done what they could for Lancelot, and Megan was fairly confident that the infection would clear. But there was not much else they could have done for him. If the infection did not clear, he would die. They did not have any other treatment methods available to them, given the nature of the wound. Although, Megan did consider that perhaps Merlin might've had some sort of a magical solution available. 

	She noted Sierra going outside, but made no move to follow her. She heard the sound of others outside just as Willow announced them. One of them was injured. Willow told Rapunzel this. She briefly contemplated leaving the person to their injuries. Yet as dark-sided as Megan could be, she had still made a vow when she received her medical degree. Megan walked silently but purposefully outside. The injured party was a ginger woman with sharp, almost bird-like features. She almost missed the wound, as she stared at the woman's face. She couldn't remember her name. It was an arrow wound to the leg. 

	[color=silver]"I need needle and thread, clear alcohol, and a torch,"[/color] Megan announced. [color=silver]"Get her on the table inside, I can work there."[/color] The wound needed stitches. The alcohol would be used for cleaning the wound, as well as (in combination with the flame) sterilization of the needle. Megan's gaze settled briefly on another member of the group of newcomers - someone who may as well have been her twin. That was odd.