<b>RE: come take a look!</b><br/><br/>Mike tilted his head as the girl tore her shirt and gave a strip to him. "Uh.... hun? It's going to bleed, yeah, but you didn't have to tear your shirt." He pulled his medical bag up onto the table, marked with the symbolic red cross in the white circle. From it he pulled out all of the things he'd need. Tourniquettes, a packet of morophine, and a suture kit. From his sheath he pulled out his combat knife. The tip was sharp enough to get the job done. However, when he started to re-open the gash, he realized he needed quite a bit of disinfectant. "Trent, get that big blue box out of the bag will you?" The box contained small packets, like the morophine packets, of powdered disinfectant. He took about three and sent James to get a bottle of water. When he came back, Mike looked up. "Hey, this is going to hurt like a motherfucker, but you need to bear with me. After I get everything washed out, I'll go ahead and give you the painkillers." He nodded, tearing open the disinfectant packets and pouring one onto the wound.<br/><br/>It disappeared into the gash, giving the surface a yellow tint. Mike then opened the bottle and washed the powder out. He repeated it two more times, and by the time he was done, the swelling had gone down and it looked almost like any normal gash. With a small grin, he sprinkled the morophine powder onto it and started to sew it up. Finally, after everything was said and done, the medic stood up, grinning at Lillie. "You're all patched up and ready to go get some more wounds." He turned his gaze to the giant man. "Seriously. I heard you say something about protecting this lady. Next time she gets hurt, call me or get one of the other soldiers. We all have basic medical training." He shook his head, Trent coming up to pat Mikey on the back.