Samuel had forgotten he even had wounds, and looked at himself in a state of greif. He tried his best not to panic, and was mostly successfull, accept that his pulse jumped a bit. He reached into the kit and pulled out the last 2 gause pads. "There arent enough for both of us." He stared at the two pads in complete bewilderment. "Here." He pushes one into your hands. "You only need one more. Ill have to use the other kit in the kitchen."

You and him both knew verry well that there wasnt another kit. You had seen him shove the whole kit into one of the VIP's hands as he tried to rush them to safety. How much could one person give of themselves, before they ran dry?