Limping over to the mouth of the cave, Derek grumbled before throwing himself onto the ground with a bit of force, "No...no stretchers needed, thanks." He began to look over his leg, checking out the bone that had been sticking out in the front in order to access how damaged it was. He knew that the adrenaline from the chaos was going to wearing off soon and in his current condition that would mean he would not be able to walk, even with the help of a crutch, for too long before the leg gave out completely. He looked over at the one that had been treating everyone's injuries before speaking out, "You must be sure that you keep yourself healthy before the rest of us. If you fall, that is a lot of medical experience that we lose out on. A dead doctor is of no use to sick patients."<br/><br/>With that, he took off the over-shirt he had been wearing and started ripping it into strips of cloth, similar to bandages and looked over his leg some more. "Do any of you have any cleaning alcohol you could spare by chance?" he asked of the group in whole as he started to put the exposed bone back into place, being careful not to cause any tears or further damage.