Hestia
Coroner
Warrick thought it better not to protest against Tina after that. He gently brought the hankercheif to his cheek to stop the open bleeding cut there. The ring that had been on the guard's hand busted his cheek open. Running his other hand over his torso, Warrick gave himself a once over.
"I got a couple fractured ribs I think.. Nothing much beyond that," he said to Tina.
"Nothing much? Let's hope so."
Tina led him to the lobby, showing her ID before being let in to the back. This was her turf now, and she debated calling his boss.
'Better not...'
"You're not going to be missed at work, are you? Because I want to run some x-rays on you. I don't think the cut needs stitches."
She grabbed some peroxide and cleaned his wound. He flinched, but it was for his own good. After giving him a cloth and telling him to apply pressure, she spoke softly,
"Now I just gotta dress up that wound."
Tina reached for the sterile gauze.
(I need to do some nurse research. I made up the whole thing off the top of my head... and I think some CSI eps. helped.