Jon quietly and shakily went about cleaning the wound on Paisley's shoulder- he had began to feel more uncomfortable about the situation, but figured there was nothing he could do about it, he also realized he must have been taking forever when Mike called him over. He quickly dressed the wound.

"We'll, uh, I'll try and figure out your leg issue once I fix Yvette's hip up." He said, getting up and walking over to Mike, and looking at Yvette's leg."This may hurt a bit, but hang on, okay?" He said in a shaky yet reassuring voice. "I'll just do this quickly, and then we'll get you cleaned up." He thought for a few seconds, getting sucked into his head about how much it would hurt- and had she been given any type of painkiller? He looked over at the bottles of alcohol. He wasn't sure about how much good that would do, and he turned back to the wound. He began to gently and slowly remove the bit of metal, biting his lip. Once he managed to get it out, he cleaned the wound. "Now, that was the hard part of it, okay? The stiches will be easy compared to that." He soothed her as he finished cleaning it out.