The blood flow was finally starting to ebb but it didn't slow to a stop, it was oozing blood but no longer bleeding profusely. Uriel, still light headed, cracked an eye open and blinked in surprise when he saw the doctor standing there holding the cloth to his hand. He looked around and saw the worry on his wife's face. The big, ashen man said, "I'll be alright, it's a scratch..." A scratch that needed stitches badly.