A strange sort of dissonance settles over the court. Finn is treating this like an emergency situation in which every second counts, apparently committed to doing some light surgery right here in Seth's backyard. Seth still seems more inconvenienced by the wasted time than anything. As their doctor continues to chatter quietly to himself and to his patient, and Seth keeps responding with as little sound or motion as possible. For a while, all of it happens as if Irahl is one of the tranquil pillars surrounding the space and not a conscious, very-injured person who can see and hear them.

And then the meds start kicking in. Finn gave him a big dose because he didn't know if they would even work. It takes an edge off of the pain, which is still present but becoming increasingly distant. It's a little numbing. Sure makes laying around on a hard stone floor more comfortable, though.

Next to him, Finn starts working the knife out of his boss's shoulder. He's delivered as much local anesthetic as he thinks is medically safe, but it still seems very painful and takes much longer than anyone wants. Seth keeps his eyes closed and is concentrating very hard on not making any noise.

"Fucking... Insane," Finn grimaces as he tries very, very hard not to accidentally sever a tendon on his way out, "You're extremely lucky this didn't land any lower..."

Finally, with a wet tearing sound the knife is fully removed and tossed aside. Seth looks momentarily a little sick as he instinctively curls forward and holds the wound, which is now gushing blood all over the front of his previously-nice shirt.

But at least now Finn can work. He'll bully Seth out of his armor and shirt, get him to lie down, and start working out of a mat he's rolled out. Tools, vials, supplies are all laid out nicely on a sanitized surface.