As Charlie headed for their room, Merlin went to fetch the first aid kit. He would probably have to bring Charlie to the hospital eventually, but for now he'd let her be and stay here. But he would definitely do what he could.

Since most if what he knew about taking care of the sick and wounded came from medieval knowledge and magic, he didn't only keep the modern things at home but had also gathered a lot of basic and some more specific things to store away. And while he couldn't really say he knew exactly what to treat this one with, he knew a thing or two about magical wounds and the undead, he thought, were definitely connected to that.

He put the supplies down on the night table and put his hand on Charlie's non-wounded shoulder.

"I'll have to have a look at that shoulder, love," he murmured.