Jess set to cleaning up the wound on the man's arm; first clearing all the blood away, then inspecting it quickly. A small smile crept over her face as she saw the cut. A cut much too straight and clean for anything but a bayonet. "<span style="color: Magenta">...Did you cut yourself with your own weapon?</span>" The young woman dropped to her knees and moved his arm on top of them. "<span style="color: Magenta">I'll need to stitch this up. Hold that above your heart while I get a needle and thread. It'll help a little bit with the bleeding.</span>" Jess moved over to her med-kit and opened it again, searching through it for what she needed.<i>Fucking idiot. Cut himself with his own weapon and expects me to patch him up like nothing happened. Well, it is my job I suppose.</i><br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Hey Doc, unless you think we can help the sergeant by sucking his dick you might wanna get over here.</span>"<br/><br/>The medic looked up and out of the chopper for a moment. What she saw made her decision for her. A barely conscious CO laying on the ground, two squad members standing over him? He took priority. "<span style="color: Magenta">I'll have to do it later. Here, hold this on the wound, it'll soak up some of the blood. If you can't lift your arm above your heart, lay down or do something to make sure you can. You'd be surprised how helpful it is when it comes to stopping bleeding. And remember: keep applying pressure until I say otherwise.</span>" And without another word, Jess dropped some more absorbent pads on the floor beside the man and left the chopper, helmet under her arm, med-kit in her hand.<br/><br/>When she reached the group and knelt down at Darion's side, an annoyed "<span style="color: Magenta">Fuck</span>" left her mouth. "<span style="color: Magenta">I need to stop that bleeding, but I can't do it with this armour getting in my way. help me get it off.</span>" After the three had managed to remove Darion's armour, Jess knelt down at his side again to get a better look at the damage done to him. Another curse left the woman's mouth. A short, jagged cut, but deep. She looked around for anything to elevate his hips with. When she spotted a thick piece of wood that was no doubt part of the floor before the squad unceremoniously arrived, she said in a commanding tone "<span style="color: Magenta">Go get that piece of wreckage, please, and place it under his upper thighs.</span>"<br/><br/>When the piece of wood had been fetched and placed under the Staff Sergeant's thighs, Jess looked down at it critically for a moment before saying "<span style="color: Magenta">It'll do</span>" then turning to her CO. In a soft voice she said to him "<span style="color: Magenta">I need to stop the bleeding if you want to live. It shouldn't be hard to do, but all I can do right now is apply pressure to the wound to slow your blood flow to the area, and therefore the bleeding, down."</span>Jess spent a short amount of time cleaning and disinfecting the wound - it was jagged and she had no idea what had made it, so she'd decided to play it safe and disinfect it anyway - then opened her med-kit again, searching through her meager supplies until she located a heavy pad, which she placed on the floor.<br/><br/>Jess looked around for the other two members of the squad near her, seeing first Andrea, and so in a commanding tone once again she said "<span style="color: Magenta">Come here and apply pressure to this area.</span>" Jess placed her fingers on an area around the man's waistline. "<span style="color: Magenta">Keep pressure on this area here. It is the pressure point of the femoral artery. It should help in stemming the bleeding. And you, Jenny-whatever-your-last-name-is. Using this pad,</span>" she took hold of the heavy pad, "<span style="color: Magenta">apply direct pressure on the wound. And <b>keep</b> applying pressure until I say so. I'm going to check on the idiot in the chopper.</span>"<br/><br/>And with that, Jess handed the pad to the woman, dropped another one beside her, said "<span style="color: Magenta">Use this if it soaks through and get come get me if the bleeding doesn't begin to slow</span>" and picked up her med-kit and headed back in to the chopper. When she arrived she asked the man simply "<span style="color: Magenta">Has the bleeding slowed yet?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>