"I would prefer it if you move away..." Yvette murmured. She dug through the medical kit, working quickly to at least clot the wound so that the flow of blood would cease. "The wound isn't too harsh, however it is rather deep, but not deep enough to scratch the surface of the bone. It isn't as dire as you think, it was earlier because he did nothing but sit and drink nonchalantly as if nothing had ever happened, and during that timeframe he lost quite a bit of blood." Well, time to put her uncle's teachings into use.

She rubbed her hands on her pants, slipped on the gloves the kit had given her and began to pour hydrogen peroxide onto a sterilized piece of cloth. Antibiotics were important yet surprisingly missing from the medical kit, however that could be settled at the emergency room of the hospital, for now Yvette would have to settle with simply cleaning the wound, then dressing it with a decent layer of gauze and a compression bandage from another piece of cloth.

"I can drive to the hospital faster than an ambulance can arrive, so don't waste your time with calling it." Yvette closed the lit, placed it into the hands of Dimitri, then wrapped Thomas' un-injured arm over her shoulders so that she was able to slide him into the back seat of her Camaro. "I appreciate the help though."

She headed over to the drivers seat and rolled down the window. "Dimitri, meet us at the hospital, afterwards we'll talk." Yvette gave him a small nod, then drove off.

"This would have been a lot easier if someone had decided to go get treated instead of drink... What a pain in my ass. I'm no den mother." She grunted and slammed her fist onto her car horn, honking it violently as she whizzed past cars to make it to the hospital in a short amount of time.