Gwen gasped as she fell forward and landed on her chest in the middle of the empty street. Grunting in pain and using one arm to push herself and observe her surroundings. The buildings and road were all unfamiliar to her and the construction and style of the architecture was strange, like a plain version of the cities in a Adran. The last thing she could recall was facing off against a Privileged still loyal to the king, a powerful sorcerer who had cast a strange spell. No it was not him who cast the spell is was some unknown source. But now the Lieutenant was in some strange place she did not recognize, it did not look like any city she knew of and was empty, devoid of people and dead like a ghost town.
Getting to her feet Gwendoline winced in pain, feeling the warm trickle of blood on her right arm as it soaked into her glove and sleeve. She had made a mistake, taken a sword to her fore arm from one of the Sorcerer's guards. She had repaid the attacked in kind with a bullet in the head but she was still wounded, walking off the street to an abandoned store front and climbing through the shattered glass window. She was glad to still have her military pack on her which had a small first aid kit, taking some time to remove her gloves and roll up her sleeve to tend to the large cut.
First to help her endure the pain Gwen tapped a small portion of gun powder on her left hand and licked it up. Snorting it would have let her feel the effects quicker but eating would make the powder trance last longer, already starting to feel the pain numb as her heart beat quickened. 
The next step was not as enjoyable and hard to do with only one good arm as she threaded a hooked needle and started sewing the sword wound closed. it was messy and far from a proper line that medic could have achieved but it stopped the bleeding for now and her body would recover quickly with the help of the powder so she poured alcohol over it and wrapped a clean bandage around her wound. using the last of her thread to stitch her sleeve so it would stay rolled up and washing her soiled glove with some water from her water skin. testing her hand to find it a bit stiff but she could move it.
Packing away her bag she checked her pistol, replacing the spent shots and putting it away in a holster on her left thigh. The city looked abandoned but she would first check to make sure, assess if there was anything hostile or friendly before trying to find a way out.