"Crap." Angel muttered, biting her lip. Hopefully that other guy would be able to hang on until she was done here. Hands shaking ever so slightly, Angel cleaned the wound at the base of Jhett's head, wincing as she did. Once all of the blood was cleared up, she let out a sigh of relief. Although fairly deep, it wasn't fatal, even without stitches. However, stitches would have to be put in whether Angel felt squeamish about it not. Making sure the end of the thread was knotted, she clamped the skin together with those weird tweezer things that came with the suture, and put it through the flesh, her face blanching white as she did. God, this was awful. She was just so thankful Jhett had succumbed to his sleep and wasn't thrashing about.
"Okay...one stitch done." She said somewhat shakily to Yvette with a weak smile after the first one was done. The wound was deep, but not very wide, so not many stitches would be necessary. Angel had a fleeting thought of that she was probably the youngest one on this island - why was SHE doing all the hard work? But that selfish thought lasted less than a second as she began the next stitch. 

If they were going to survive this, everyone had to fall back on their strengths. And stick together.