Jhett cursed under his breath, he had a knife in his pocket right now. He could help the boy but there was no way he could move without passing out. "Okay, we have someone going on to the ship to get first aid supplies, I have a knife, but I wont make it to you. I have a bad head injury, that is currently impairing my ability to walk! We will come get you as soon as we can!" Jhett hoped the boy would make it. He had climbed up a wall of rocks to get to this group of people, and it had nearly killed him with all the blood that was all over his back and on the sand behind him. He hoped the boy would be okay till the girls came back with the first aid kits.