James cries out as he is shook.  He stands up slowly still bent over, in his slumped over position the blood on his head was shown to be a cut just inside the hairline.  He grabs an old wash cloth and wets it to wipe his face some. "Kyra, I need you to sew me up, I can't go to the hospital for this." James walks out of the bathroom and towards his den, grabbing a first aid kit.  He reaches into a mini fridge and pulls out a jar with a light brown liquid. "I am certainly going to need this." He takes a long swig then shutters. "Alright, here we go." He grabs a syringe and a bottle out of the first aid kit.  He sticks the needle into the cap on the bottle and pulls out the liquid. "This is gonna suck." Hands the syringe over to Kyra. "Just stick the tip barely inside the muscle and the skin and inject every half inch or so all the way around inside and outside.  I will coach you through if you need it."