Hitching up the pack on her shoulder, May looked to the girl's hand, then back to her face. "May." She swung the pack around, setting it on the ground and opening it up. She pulled out the antiseptic and bandages and moved past her to the man. Using a cu-tip she put a bit on the tip. She never had much use for cu-tips, so luckily had plenty left. She gently dabbed at the wounds on the man's head, shoulder and knees. Good thing he was unconscious, or it would have stung like a bitch...Then again, the fact that he was unconscious could mean a concussion. In that case...it was sort of a waste of antiseptic. She shook her head, bandaging him up. "If he has a concussion...odds are he wont wake up, and will die...hope he doesn't or else it was a waste of supplies." The statement itself was rather cold, but true nonetheless.