"Golden Throne!" -He says, being the first allusion to the Emperor you've ever heard getting out of his lips, after he takes a look to the wound and the stinky, ill-look sword the enemy used.
"Be calm, amigo . I'm going to my room for my medi-kit, keep an eye on this guy."
Camyll looks the corridor carefully and if it looks safe, runs to his room to get the medi-kit and come back to help Teagan.
[it's a roll at -10 (Heavily wounded) and with a +20 from the Medikit, for a total of 60. I roll 77, Failure]
"I'm sorry, but this kind of poison is impossible to cure with this equipment" - Camylls tells Teagan -. "I'll apply you basic antibiotics and a bandage, but you'll need some rest"