Draco slipped into the warehouse, landing under a metal sheet held up by boxes and ropes after slipping through the canvas covering it. "It's not really a thing I need to get, it's more like a thing I need to do." She replied, digging around a trunk in the back before pulling out a first aid kit. She quickly untied her tail and threw it and Aurrea's pouch to the side, ignoring the yelp of protest it earned as the little red dragon slipped back out.
Of course, Aurrea quickly realized what Draco was going to do, so she fluttered on over to help. Draco grunts as Aurrea helped to peel off the skin tight jacket she wore, which was placed off to the side. Since all Draco wore was simple sports wear under her costume, which meant a sports bra, it left a lot of skin exposed. She shivered slightly as her skin came into contact with the air, leaving all the various marks coating her mangled body exposed to the air.
Bite marks, claw marks, slashes, bullet wounds, burn marks, you name it and she had it somewhere. However, her attention was currently on a fresh bullet wound on her torso, which had luckily missed anything vital. It was dark red and bleeding sluggishly, and Rio curse under her breath. With the help of Aurrea's claws, she ripped out the old, torn stitches before using alcohol and cotton swabs to clean away at the wound.
"Damn it, this'll never heal if you keep reopening it." Aurrea growled, currently getting a thread and needle ready.