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"You won't die. I can't let you die here." the man replied softly. He walked past rusted iron gates and approached a castle made of stone with old-fashioned torches lighting the sides and windows of a cathedral-like design. The castle itself was in a gothic design with wooden doors that creaked open upon his approach. He immediately carried the human up the marble stairs with a red carpet running along them leading from the entrance, the carpet splitting into two going left and right up more stairs into dark corridors lit only by torches. He took the stairs on the left and made his way into a guest room where he laid the human on the bed. The stranger disappeared from the room, returning in what seemed like seconds with a bag of blood and an IV stand as well as dressings and thread and needle. The white-haired male sat gently on the bed and began to stitch wounds that needed stitching and he dressed them, he cleaned dirty wounds and covered them with bandages, he then hooked up the blood supply to the human's arm and covered the insertion wound. His eyes were completely focused on what he was doing, long fingers taking gentle care in his stitch work.
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