He looked on at the Doctor as the man went down screaming, the image of a man being stabbed filled his mind, his eyes filled with tears for some unknown reason, they streamed down his face as the girl clawed at him.  Normally he would have showed her the holy cock, but in this condition, he realized that his fingers were numb, he backed up against the wall.<br/><br/>He was dizzy...<br/><br/>He ran, just ran, flat out, stumbling slightly every so often, leaving a trail of thick blood behind him.<br/><br/>Finding an old office and examination room, he saw a dusty first aid box, closing the door he pushed the desk in front of it.  He didn't feel the pain, nor was he afraid exactly, but he knew he was in danger, his vision was starting to narrow...<br/><br/>Opening the kit, he found bandages, but not what he was seeking.  Then he started on the shelves in the corner, then an end table.  Aha!  A needle, an old mending kit, he grabbed it and sitting on the couch he started to sew a very bad stitch, it wasn't even and his hands were shaking, but it did close the wound...  He felt near passing out...<br/><br/>He grabbed the box of bandages, released the tab and dropped the box with numb fingers.  After many tries it fell to the floor, grabbing a handful of gauze and cloth from it, he simply pressed it as hard as he could to the wound, then he passed out.  Falling flat face forward, lucky for him his weight pressed the blob of cloth to the cut, blood soaked the fabric slowly as he lost all consciousness.