[ She takes the damage into account, quickly ordering Keith, ] Hand me the biowaste bag. [ Upon which she'll toss the bandages. And-- ] Take out my emergency supply kit. [ It. Pretty much has everything a doctor like her needs to work on him, even away from the operating table. It's not that she'll operate on him here, but it is just in case.

Noticing that he's become short of breath, Naomi gently guides him to lie down upon the couch, putting a pillow under his head and his knees. ] It's all right, you'll be fine.

[ So she says, but she didn't think it would look this bad. It was a house call, pretty much. If she had known more, she'd just have taken a car here. To Keith once again: ] Do you think you could carry us both back to the clinic? It would be better to treat him there.