<span style="color: DarkRed">“Jess, how's the kid doing?”</span><br/><br/>"<span style="color: Magenta">As long as there are no unexpected surprises and I can stop this bleeding, he should live. However, knowing our luck, it's more than likely something will disrupt our stay here.</span>" The medic thought about what to do for a moment as she inspected the kid's wound. Straight through. "<span style="color: Magenta">The upside is there's no bullet to remove. The downside is he has a hole right through him, which means two avenues for the blood to go.</span>" Jess opened the boy's mouth to ensure his airway was clear and, seeing it was, checked to see if his breathing was regular. For the moment it was. All good signs. "<span style="color: Magenta">I know how to stop this bleeding, and I'm thankful the kid is passed out, even though that isn't a good thing, because it'll hurt.</span>"<br/><br/>As Jess reached for her med-kit, which she'd placed next to her, she gazed down at the wound and her unconscious patient, and images flashed through her head. A tower, bullets flying, Van midway down the stairs with his scorcher, burning any Locust that dared brave the flames, Mel picking off targets from the top, and the Boss quickly bleeding out, a bullet through his abdomen that had somehow managed to miss any vitals. The only reason he'd lived was because Jess had been right there when he was shot. She still had no clue how they managed to survive that particular encounter.<br/><br/>Shaking herself and the images from her mind, Jess' hand, which had frozen in midair, finally began to move again, grabbing a small packet from her med-kit. After ripping it open, she poured it in to the open wound on the kid's stomach. "<span style="color: Magenta">Someone come and apply pressure to this after I've poured this on the wound in his back. Direct pressure for no less than five minutes.</span>" Jess turned the kid on to his stomach and poured the powder in to the wound there, then turned him on to his side. "<span style="color: Magenta">Apply pressure to this one, too. I have a blonde-haired idiot to sew up. Get me if anything changes.</span>"<br/><br/>Jess stood, grabbed her med-kit, and found James. With a needle and thread in her hand, she made him sit down somewhere and give her his arm. With quick, professional strokes she sewed him up, ignoring any little noises of pain he may make and only giving them a quick "<span style="color: Magenta">Stop whining.</span>" When she'd finished she moved back over to where the kid was to see how things were doing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>