"She's hurt from before. Got a cut that needs stitches . . . need someone better than me with a needle and thread to get her patched up right." Chris said to the driver. "You can give me a heater but I'll tell you straight up you're taking your life into your hands doing it. I know enough to blow my own balls off but after that it's between God and the bullet." He said crassly. The piece of metal he had was probably a better bet for everyone involved, unless they could get him something genuinely meant to hit people - like a fire axe or a sledge.