[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/52de3c4a64eb3fd4d219ba9eca31eb30/tumblr_inline_mfhw5cmZaZ1rcntul.gif[/img][hr]Location: In Front of the Sporting Goods Store[/center][hr][hr]Tuesday removed the clothing obstructing the bullet wound, only to see something akin to a masterpiece of scarring. It took her aback for a moment, seeing the living record of the hell this man had gone through. Some of the other inmates had similar scarring, but she'd never seen anything to this extent. If there ever would be a decent candidate for immortality, Tuesday figured this man would be it. She removed her sweater, intent on using it as a compress. 

[color=ff6600]"Breathe easy, cowboy,"[/color] Tuesday said. [color=ff6600]"Your life is in the hands of a convicted felon,"[/color] she joked, before realizing that probably hadn't been the best thing to say. Stanford, evidently, hadn't offered courses on bedside manner. Tuesday motioned towards Riley, putting pressure on the shoulder wound with the sweater. [color=ff6600]"Hold this here."[/color]

Once Riley (or anyone) had done that, Tuesday went over to the thigh wound, tearing Lawson's pants off in order to get a good look at it. The bullet was still inside of the man, and Tuesday felt a bit of relief. Aside from the downsides of lead poisoning, bullets could provide a fairly decent plug, so to speak, on the blood. She took off her blouse, now clad in a tank top and jeans, and used it to put pressure on the thigh wound. If they could stop the bleeding, Lawson's chances would go up. 

Holding pressure on the wound, Tuesday couldn't help but be impressed with the man's tolerance. Most would've fainted or passed out at this moment, either from shock or blood loss. He certainly was a bit of an enigma.