She looked worried; she had only ever used a first aid kit on a wound before, and that was for her dog a long time ago! Grabbing an armful of supplies, she put them on the table nearby and picked up a cloth, looking nervously at the knife jutting from his gut. 'No pain-reducing drugs...' "This is going to hurt." she winced as she took hold of the handle and yanked the knife out. Blood began pouring out of the wound, which she responded with pressing handfuls of cloth onto to soak it up. "Oh man, oh man!" she gasped, using the syringe on the wound next.<br/><br/>It took a while and a great deal of bloody bandages, but the wound was clotting and she began to thread the needle carefully. Thank God she had learned how to sew. Carefully stitching up the wound, she let out a sigh, wiping her brow which only spread a streak of blood over her forehead. Putting gauze and more clean bandages on it, she finally collapsed onto a nearby chair from exhaustion. "There... you better feel better, you weird dude..." she breathed.