It was late into the evening; Simon's shift was technically over, but that hadn't stopped him from staying on late into the night before. He'd barely noticed, the only indication that he needed to at least take a break the grumbling of a stomach that hadn't had anything in hours.

The Auror laid out before him was young - likely around the same age as the Healer-in-Training who he was here to see work. That situation wasn't unusual, though he preferred to let the Trainees start on more experienced Aurors; the young ones tended to panic or be openly scared, which with more flappable trainees could be infectious.

This young man certainly was scared - his arm had been sliced up badly by a slicing spell. It had, by some miracle, missed anything too vital and his bone was unmarred, even if flashes of white in the wounds showed how deep they'd gone. It looked worse than it actually was, in short. The young Auror had his head turned away from the wounds, breathing deeply and trying to stay calm. Part of Simon really wanted to make things easier on everyone and knock the boy out, but for both of the younger people, this was a good lesson, and wasn't advisable.

Simon stood at the Auror's shoulder, gently holding the sliced up arm up, above the man's heart. The bleeding was slowing, but the magic used to create the wound would be their first problem...

He looked to Anna and nodded for her to begin, not saying anything; letting the young Auror know the healer working directly wasn't the most experienced wasn't going to help keep the boy calm.

Anna had worked very little with her boss before this night, and it made her aprehensive and self conscious. He was at least ten years older than her, far more experienced, and although Anna would never go there, quite handsome. The fact that he was pretty friendly wasn't much of a comfort.

Anna bit her lip as she looked down at the Auror's face. He was so young, hardly any older than her. His arm was horribly cut up, and blood was quickly staining the white sheet beneath him. Anna wondered with distachtment why they used white sheets in a hospital.

"It's alright." Anna murmured, trying to ignore Mr. Greenburg's presence. She could do this. She was taking care of this poor young man, not worrying about an evaluation. "I'm going to slow the bleeding down." Anna flicked her wand, murmuring an enchantment. It would not stop the bleeding, but it would help.

"Can you tell me what spell they used?" Anna asked gently.

The Auror on the bed seemed remiss to talk for several moments; finally, he took a deep, shuddering breath and said, "Defodio, I think." His tone was both steady and wavering; the slight jitters in his inflections making it clear he was forcing himself to be calm with every fiber of his being.

Simon, whose face couldn't be seen by the young man, raised his eyebrows slightly, catching Anna's eye. It was the carefully trained reaction of a professional mediwizard; the reaction they were trained to have instead of going "Uh-oh."

Defodio wasn't intended for use against flesh; it was usually used to carve into stone. Against flesh...this kid was lucky to have his arm at all. It was like walking away from a high-speed collision with just bruises. Still, the fact it wasn't meant for use on flesh was actually good; that meant it didn't cause too many nasty effects from the spell's magic. Unlike some other spells, it just cut. Others boiled wounds, burnt flesh, or ate away at bone. And those were the simple after effects...

He nodded, almost imperceptibly, as she cast to slow the flow of blood. Simon drew his own wand, and pointed to the racks of potions behind him; a small syringe flew to his hand, full of a bluish fluid.

"You're going to lose feeling in your arm. Don't be alarmed," Simon spoke, gently, gesturing for Anna to come hold the injured arm. The injection was quick but not painless, and the boy jerked slightly as his skin was penetrated. Simon stepped away as he finished, nodding to Anna to begin healing in earnest. He stepped to the counter and opened the empty syringe; it popped open with a hiss and a small puff of bluish smoke.