The bright white light was reflecting on his blood, his face covered in bruises, scratches and bleeding spots, his hand still dripping blood and his leg leaking through the sheet of material he carved from his shirt.
The man looked at Flora. I'd say sorry for the wait, but if you got here by your own understanding of time, then wait for them to patch me up, according to those standards, it's only gonna be a few.
Redfire limps to a cashier close to the entrance, and pays for his medical treatment.
As soon as the payment is confirmed, the medical staff gets to operate on Redfire without delay, sedating him and stitching his wounds.