"No, this is not okay, please, Greg, keep talking to me." I worked as fast as I could, picking up the very blade he'd used to rip apart a pillow covering to use as tourniquets and bandages. I tried not to think what my failure would mean, and pulled all the knowledge he'd given me, and others from my world before. He needed to be in the clinic. Now, but he wasn't and I had not the strength to carry him there, nor the time to go bring someone forth.

And I did not want to think of what would happen should I leave him alone again.

I needed a suture kit to close the arteries he'd severed, try to stabilize him, but I did know know if he still had any in his home. I tied the knots and looked around. "Please, please, tell me where you put your bag, Greg, tell me how to save you. I'm begging you."