ooc: Ummm... Since when are you a doctor? We mentioned tons of times we needed one and you said nothing, but all of a sudden someone hurts their hand and you're a trained surgeon. And where did you get bandages. I scrounged them from the lifepod. Begging your pardon, but stick to soldiering, Lieutenant, and leave the doctoring to me. You aren't Superman. And how do connect someone's arm to their head?
ic: Upon being told to look after the female Marine, he hobbles over to her to see Vlad butchering a bandaging job. "Madre de dios! Sorry, sir, but I have to say that's the worst bandaging job I've ever seen. Wrapping the arm won't do anything. The bones in her hand are crushed."
Instead of using the torn shirt for Kelly, he wraps it gingerly over her shoulder to form a sling for the arm. "There. That'll keep it elevated and stop blood from pooling in the hand. Be careful with that hand Private. Oh, and that rifle's no good to you anymore." Gonzo takes her rifle and hands her his pistol. "You've only got one hand now. Don't try to use both, or you'll have loads of problems." Gonzo pats her on the shoulder and heads over to Lt. O'Conner.
"LT, we gotta get that warthog. We have three wounded, only one of which can walk well. All this limping around is really wearing me down. If we just put the Hog in neutral and drag it with ropes or something, or even get it running, we can transport the wounded without any problem. But it's your call..."
Just stirring after a brief lapse into the world of unconscioness from having the shrapnel digged out of him, Kelly looked up at Corporal Gonzalez.
"Damn... Thanks corp.. *he grunted* i know i aint.. getting myself hit again"
Sweat trickled down his forehead and he grunted again, Kelly took a swig of the proffered Scotch.
"Damn sarge, thats bloody fantastic... *he coughed spluttering a bit of fluid out* phew.. Got a kick..."
Kelly grimaced and lay still, he could probably manage a slow walk if he took it easy, it didn't feel as if anything was broken at least.
"Alright. Here's what we're gunna do. You two," he pointed at Petersen and Sirius, "Are coming with me to get that Warthog. If it's not too beat up I can probably rewire it to get here and someone else can work on it. Vlad, you stay here and protect the wounded."
Okay, so there can be a small attack force that appears to attack the wunded. Just a small one! Like two jackals and a couple of grunts.
"Yes sir, let's get a move on, the longer we take, the greater the chances of them getting attacked." He turned to Mendoza, "and private, don't use that last frag, Kelly didn't have too much luck with the last one, and 3 of you aren't very mobile right now." Petersen hefted his rifle, "Let's get to that hog, we'll drag it back if we have to, I want that gun covering me as long as we're in hostile territory."