"There we go," Jackson says to himself outloud while pulling Desmond free. While the others were deciding what to do he was writing down on a piece of paper what sort of medicine would help, as well as precautions to take when transporting Desmond. "I only had a small amount of medical training, but even then nothing more than a first year for medical technician. What I<em>do</em>know is that you'll need a few of these items ready, as well as a splint for his legs." When he's asked if he would be willing he gives a smile and stands up straight. "Why not? The time we would have to wait for would give us a chance to compare notes so far, but I doubt that anything major will come from it. Oh Eric," He says and turns to look to the driver. "Drive slow, and make sure that his legs aren't dangled at all when transporting him."