Hans sighed heavily, even as he unwound a strip of gauze from the first aid kit's roll, cutting it free with a tiny pair of scissors. One of the kit's individually sealed packets of antibiotic cream went onto the gauze, but then he paused, noting the dirt smeared around and possibly in the wound. A water cooler sat nearby, and though he questioned how cold its contents might be, it was water. One paper cup later and he was kneeling at Lexi's side again, his shoulders still roughly level with hers.<br/><br/><em>"During those days men vill seek death, but vill not find it; they vill long to die, but death vill elude them.</em>Please, hold still, so the vound does not become infected." Holding her arm firmly, he tipped the trickle of water in the cup over the gash, letting her flinch against his grip, then placed the cream-smeared gauze patch over the wound and began to wrap it tightly.<br/><br/><br/><br/>