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Jason looked the way the man pointed and took his pack off. "I know very little about medical treatments but I do have some bandages and few oitnments and medicines." he began to pull out some bandages to add to the medical supplies that the group needed. "After getting bandaged up we should begin to head for the town he knows." Jason said pointing to the wounded man. "By the way my name Jason and this is Elisebeth."

Connor nodded curtly, turning to face the group. Seeing that the others were introducing himself, he spoke yet again. "Name's Connor." He slid his hands into his pockets, allowing his eye-lids to droop to a half-lidded state. His expression was nearly emotion-less aside from the usual glaze of nostalgia that coated his golden eyes.

"bullet in my lower leg..." He muttered. moving his hand away, so she could see the wound.

Alaric was glad everyone was receiving treatment. It seemed that there was hope after all. He laughed a bit to himself, walking a few steps in the direction where the road was said to lie. He stopped shortly after, examining the area ahead.

This journey wasn't gonna be easy.

"How long until everyone's fixed up?" he asked, wanting to leave as soon as possible...

Dimitri didn't say anything.He leaned back and cleared his mind and began drifting off, away from this place,. he now sat on a beach a cold beer in one hand magazine in the other, the sun was starting too set on the caribbeain ocean. This was called, 'go too your happy place' by pretending he was somewhere else he ignored any pain he was feeling, another techquine is called focus which you focus on one thing around you, a rock, peice of cloth, marble, anything, you just focsed all your attention on the object, imprint it's look in your mind, imangine how it feels, it's texture, and well thinking about this your mind ignored pain. His breathing was slower then normal and deeper, calmiong breaths.

Jewlet to and other deep breath and put it in the wound. Being careful as she could she pushed it down deeper. She stopped hearing and pulled it out. The bullet came out with it. "There." She pulled the bullet off and threw it far. Then Jewlet recleaned the wound and wrapped it. "There that should do it." She looked over at Connor. "Come here. Your Next." She ordered.

He watched as the party's wounds were treated. While he took in vast amounts of information, watching step-by-step how it was done and learning how to do it himself for future situations, he also swore he could point out several errors. Perhaps the fault lied in the medical kit.

The spoon, however, seemed like a terrible idea no matter how you looked at it. Alaric made a mental bet with himself that Jason was going to be the first one to get himself killed on the trip back. He was almost sure of it.

He wondered if it was a bad thing that he was so pessimistic about their odds of survival? Maybe it wasn't pessimism, he thought. Maybe he was the only one looking at this objectively.

Alaric checked his weapons as he waited for everyone to be given the green light for travel, making sure he was more or less set on ammunition, and that his guns would actually shoot. He didn't trust them to work for a second, unfortunately. Their quality was terrible. He wished now that he had taken the time to become more skilled with a knife.

After a brief check of his weapons and personal condition, he checked back on the group. He was glad he wasn't injured, since he'd only be wasting valuable supplies. Medical kits only lasted so long, and the more people that got fixed here, the less likely the kit would last the entire trip.

He sighed, looking ahead, waiting for some sort of verbal confirmation on everyone's good health...