As one of the faces of the fight in District 7, 13 seemed content to let Wyatt see and be seen for the most part this time around. And that was alright by him. The choices being made out in the forest were not ones he wanted to have to make. Not if he could help it.
The hospital - helping - felt right.
He wasn't a trained doctor, but he knew the basics, and had picked up a lot over his time in the arena. Cleaning and sewing and setting - even rebreaking, in the notable, unfortunate case of one young man and a broken nose who's surgeon hadn't quite had the strength to fix it for him.
He did what he could, trying to relief what weight he could from the proper doctors, and staying out of the way when he couldn't. Sometimes he was just an ear for someone hurting; someone dying.
Whatever he could do.
When he had a moment, he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote or sketched. It wasn't carving, but it soothed his hands - his mind - just the same.
In the Hospital, Wyatt| OTA
The hospital - helping - felt right.
He wasn't a trained doctor, but he knew the basics, and had picked up a lot over his time in the arena. Cleaning and sewing and setting - even rebreaking, in the notable, unfortunate case of one young man and a broken nose who's surgeon hadn't quite had the strength to fix it for him.
He did what he could, trying to relief what weight he could from the proper doctors, and staying out of the way when he couldn't. Sometimes he was just an ear for someone hurting; someone dying.
Whatever he could do.
When he had a moment, he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote or sketched. It wasn't carving, but it soothed his hands - his mind - just the same.