"Yes I've done this before," he said as he lifted his arm and showed a scar running half the length of his forearm. "Had a little run in with a sword wielding Taliban, in Afghanistan. Me and my team was pinned down so I had to stitch it myself one handed. You won't have a scare nearly this cool though," he teased gently. "I was in the Army for a few years and had lots of different training. As long as everyone keeps their heads cool we'll be ok."

He paused and listened to Yvette as he worked to clean the wound, ”I’m… not brave,” she said humbly. 

"There is a difference between being afraid and being brave. I can understand your scared and afraid, you're injured after a plane crash and we have no idea where we are. Now the choice you have to make is whether you focus on those fears or take a deep breath and face those fears and then move beyond them. In your case I would worry about drinking those little bottles, let Jon and I take care of you. The simplest way to deal with this is to take one step at a time first you get better, then we'll figure out what your next step is. For me once we get you stitched up, I'm going to try to get a makeshift shelter built for you and the other injured. Now please be Brave for me and drink your alcohol, and I'll be right here to take care of you."

Mike squeezed her hand reassuringly before calling for Jon, "Hey Jon, I've got Yvette's wound clean, and I'm ready when you are sir."