"Have a seat and stay calm, if you can. Phedre, could you get the supplies for me? I'd rather not leave Greg if I don't have to," Helen said, taking a look at the wounds while she had a moment. It seemed so senseless, though Helen too had been in this position.

"I think we have a good shot. You got him to me quickly. If the bastard dies on me...well. We're not considering the possibility." Once she had the supplies in hand, she stuck Jack and Greg each in turn. Direct transfusion would simply be fastest.

"If you know of anyone else who might be able to donate, we could have a spare. Otherwise, I'll make do with just you, Jack."

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