Angel looked from the injured Jhett to the clearly relieved Yvette, although a desperation was coming over the older girl's face as Jhett struggled against unconsciousness.
"I think you should sleep, actually." Angel said to Jhett gently, opening up the kit. "There aren't any anaesthetics in here... and stitches hurt quite a bit." She said, taking out one of the sutures, the stitches, and some antiseptic wipes. She was so happy that her Dad had taught her how to do all of this stuff.
"Could you roll him over for me?" She asked Yvette, doubting Jhett had the strength himself to do it, wiping her hands with the anti-septic and then the suture. Not exactly hospital standard cleaning, but it would do. As she threaded the suture, she glanced up at where Yvette had ran over from.
"Is that someone else over there? Are they hurt too?" Angel asked, squinting in the distance. She was slightly short-sighted, and had naturally left her glasses back in her room on the ship. Hopefully she could retrieve them somehow.