Mangled deer in the streets? Ack! This won't do! Rhys hurried over as quickly as he could manage, huffing and puffing with the exertion of running across campus. He toted along as many medical supplies as he could (as well as a stretcher made of speedoes sewn together in case of transportation needs) and made it to the scene of the crime.

"Deer Dear heavens!" he exclaimed with the most worried of faces. "You poor creature! Hang on, I've just the thing!"

Heal staves were Rhys's specialty and he used them whenever someone was CRITICALLY WOUNDED. So that went first- it should repair tissue, but blood loss was going to be an issue. He bent down next to the injured Pokemon and gathered his bearings.