"Then I'll run my own triage," Mina said, setting out the salves in order of use, alphabetically. Burns first, followed by disinfectants, followed by tranquilizers, and so on. She made quick work of it, shoving all of the bottles within an inch of the hedge, to avoid puncturing any with the thorns. These thorns were capable of dealing lethal damage to immortals, after all. She didn't want to think of what they would do to glass. And she had never been quite this ambitious with Cruac before.

Not that it mattered here.

No one cared about the Masquerade.

Mina took a blanket out, laying it across the ground. From one of her shopping bags, she removed a pillow she had just purchased herself. Goose down. She sighed. Such a waste to get it all dirty and bloody, but patients were her first priority, so she set it on the blanket.

Once everything was set in place to her satisfaction, she took out the bottle of rum she had been saving, just in case. Pulling out the cork with her teeth, she poured some into her palms, rubbing them clean and sterile. And smelling rather pleasant.