Unfortunately, the person that he was talking to did exist. It was just him that didn't. But there was no issue in that right now. People would get him and Nathan mixed up until there was some way to make it clear, and right now, it wasn't something that needed to be focused on. Kicking the door to the infirmary open, Nathan carried her over to one of the beds, setting her down onto it before crossing over to the storage cabinets. There had to be a suture kit in one of these cabinets. God, where was it?

Maybe in that container labeled 'sutures.'

"Shut up," He muttered, grabbing said container off of the shelf and opening it up, pulling out the small kit and crossing over to Helen. He wasn't the doctor in this situation. He didn't have any medical training. Pete should be the one down here doing this, but he couldn't take the time to go and find him. He could do this. He had to. Pushing Helen's hair back off her forehead, he opened up the kit, examining it quietly until it clicked in his head, and he pieced it together, leaning down and started to stitch up the gash on her forehead.

"You'll be all right. Just got to get this closed up. You'll be all right."