Kyle looked up to see the girl running towards him. As she reached him, he let out a sigh of relief as he saw the knife.
"Ergh....Hi Yvette. I'm Kyle." he said, grimacing in pain. "Before you go, I need you to do me a huge favor."

Kyle pointed at the jagged piece of metal sticking out of his leg. "I'm going to need you to pry that thing out of my leg with that knife. I would do it myself, but I doubt I can. It's going to get bloody... I really hope you know CPR, because there is high probability that I will faint during the process. If I do, lay me on my back and perform CPR until I recover. Can you do that for me?" He said as more blood slowly seeped out of the wound.