A patient is rushed into Natasha's clinic. They've got severe injuries from warding off a monster near the outskirts of the Underworld. Her eyes fill with dread as she sees the wounds dug into their flesh. Then they turn gentle as she keeps her spirits high for the poor patient, gazing over the wounds for something telling under the pooling blood. She grabs gauze to try and soak up the blood, even grabbing her thicker pads of it. As her mind goes to the worse things she's delt with... the dying elders, the wounded gangsters, all the way down to specific cases like Luka or Seele... finally she snaps back. She grabs a tourniquet and comes back to the patient, keeping things as controlled as she can. She looks at the person who brought them in.

Natasha: "Put on some gloves and grab that antiseptic! Do you know how this happened? How much blood have they lost?" Her stern voice pauses as she hears the patient groan.

Natasha: "You, are you awake? Can you tell me what happens? What hurts? Is it just your leg or are you injured elsewhere?" Her heart pounds as she presses on the leg wound, waiting for either the patient or their companion to answer.