"Well I don't think I can stop the pain this time but for future reference I will keep that in mind." He looks at the top of the bus. "I would like it if you would."

She pulled out her sword. "This will hurt but it will stop the bleeding which should help." She said as she pulled out her lighter and flipped her sword heating up the small blade on the other side.

Trish wasn't sure how much she trusted this girl but she seemed to know how to help. She moved a little but kept her hand on the shirt. "Here Casey bite on this." She said rolling up her sock from her prosthetic.

Nathaniel ave up her waking up. He needed to stop the bleeding. He took off the jacket and pulled her shirt off carefully. He noticed that at least half the stitches had popped. He looked around for her case, mabe she had something to help her in it.

Casey did not. "In my back pack there is insta cold packs and gel to help with the bleeding. You may have to stitch the cuts back up but I can do the rest..." He sits up some.

Trish's eyes widen. "Wait, so she's saying burn the skin back and you're saying sew...." She lifted up her shirt and took off the bandages. "They're already sewed up, maybe we should try the other way." She asked going over to his back pack covering her front a bit turning a little red. She found the cold packs.

She looked over at the man. "Do you wish my help or not?" She asked. She knew how to deal with knife wounds she had her fair share of scars under her shirt and on her arms. They always burned her wounds and it always worked no matter how deep they were.

"I just need my pack and the gel, along with the cold packs. Cotarizing is only for dire emergencies." He takes off his shirt and looks at the cuts. "They are deep but not long, I can handle this." He takes the cold packs from the girl and shakes them. "The cold closes the vines making it to where my blood gets through and the gel helps to clot the remaining blood, along with helping it heal."

Trish nodded covering her front as much as she could by crossing her arms. "Very interesting."

She shook her head. "Where I'm from there was never time to heal, it was either burn or die." She sheathed her sword and left without another word. She went back to her tree and climbed back up.

Casey gentaly tubs the gel on, his hands shaking violently. He cloeses his eyes in pain when he touches each cut. He then puts the cold packs on his stomach and lays back. "And the gel numbs." He sighs as it starts to work.

"Well, that's good..." Trish said backing up a little. "Did you really need help to do that?"

Brenda found Andrew and dragged him to the bus. He got in and saw Trish without a shirt. He took off his Jacket and put it over her shoulders. "There you go." He said looking at the guy. Trish pulled the edges of the jacket closed over her. "Thanks."

Brenda poked Margo to wake her up and pointed at Trish and Andrew. The two girls smiled mischievously.

Casey lays his head against the window and closes his eyes. "When I first woke up I thought I was dying, then as I slowly thought through the pain I recalled I had the gel and cold packs in my pack, so no if I would have waited then I would have been ok, except for the fact that you slowed the bleeding so that I could think, so thank you."

Trish shrugged. "Not a problem." She said as Andrew picked up her blood soaked shirt.

Andrew stood back up. "Well this is trash." He started walking out the bus. "Just keep the jacket." He mummered.

Trish put her arms through the sleeves and left after making sure the girls were back to sleep. She walked back to the fire. "Well, it was good timing to check." she told the other two.