<span style="color: #6495ED">"I... I... I this.. it's... um. Think about what our pokemon can do and I'll.. try."</span><br/><br/>Naomi's hands were trembling. She racked her mind, trying to remember what she could of the first aid and survival courses she took.<br/><br/>It was much harder to do than she'd thought. It was one thing to see the videos and practice with people who were still alive and cracking not so witty comments in the process. It was quite another here. On this mountain side, with the smell of dead bodies and blood everywhere.<br/><br/>She gagged again as the breeze wafted some of the stench her way. It would have been so much worse if they'd been in the valley. Or if the forest cover were still standing.<br/><br/>She knelt by Red's side and took out the item ball with the medical kit she had. It wasn't much. But there were maybe some things that could help.<br/><br/>Red's skin was hot to the touch, a sign of a developing, raging infection. His bleeding had been slow but profuse, blood refusing to clot easily. There was an anti-bacterial in the kit, general purpose, maybe it would help. If it weren't a poison of some kind. She checked it; yes. It could be injected into the muscle. So she did, his left arm. There was a general anti-venom too but it needed a vein and she wasn't sure she could find one.<br/><br/>Her trembling got worse as she palpitated Red's limbs, trying to find the fractures. At least he was unconscious for this because setting bones was pure theory for her. She had splints enough if...<span style="color: #6495ED">"Loon, fetch me sticks about this wide."</span>She made a circle with her fingers and looked at the Duck Pokemon. It looked confused for a moment, the words not quite making sense to the barely tamed creature. At least until 'Tai demonstrated by pulling over something of the right size; a branch from one of the small trees that had been clinging to the mountainside this high up.<br/><br/><span style="color: #6495ED">"I can sew.. wait. Do that first. Stitch first. Stop the bleeding. Then set bones."</span><br/><br/>Her stitching was sloppy, as she frequently paused to take a few breaths and try to calm herself. But she was determined to do what she could. Stitches then bandages, then find, set, and splint the more obviously broken bones. She'd need help for that, extra hands.<br/><br/><span style="color: #6495ED">"He, he needs water, just a trickle. Something to keep him hydrated. S-someone.. someone... check the, the vehicle. The wrecked one. Does it have a radio maybe we can .. maybe there's someone with a helicoptor who can make it out here. Or something."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>