Phineas let out his breath, relieved that Eliza was still with him. He patted her arm and stood up. The floor was speckled with her blood, though it seemed to be slowing down some. He stepped to the side of the ship and started cracking open the lockers that lined the wall. In addition to the rifle he had brought with him, he found four rifles and ammunition, two pistols, various pieces of equipment, rations of food and water, and four uniforms. In the last locker he opened he finally came across a square white medical kit. He took it off the wall and set it on the floor, kneeling beside Eliza. 

He flipped it open and rustled through the contents. There was enough bandaging and ointment to do the job, as well as a variety of useless medical apparatuses. He gently pulled her dress down at the top, revealing enough of her shoulder to work with. He set to work applying the ointment to her wounds and wrapping them firmly.

"You need to be more careful," he said, brushing loose dirt off her neck. "Another reckless move like that and you could be killed." [i]But thank God you weren't,[/i] he thought quietly. He cut a strip of bandage with scissors and applied it near her sternum. "This may sting a bit."