[b]Kludd-[/b]

"Alright. I'll probably be able to manage, unless its like, a really tiny space."
I carried Alex into the room, looking down at the crawlspace. Maybe back when I was 15 I would have been able to fit through there very easily. But now, it might be a bit of a struggle to fit my giant man body into that space. But I wasn't about to not give it a try. Getting down onto my hands and knees (well, more like elbows and knees- gotta carry this half dying child somehow.), finding that it didn't look quite so bad. 

After some very un-fun crawling and looking around, I found the mentioned bedroom, and laid him down in there, before going and looking in the rest of the rooms. The bathroom was right across from the bedroom (who would have guessed), so I brought the poor kid in there, removing the ruined cloth items (including his shirt with really wasn't all that intact now anyway so might as well get rid of it and start from scratch there. Gotta be some replacement clothes around here somewhere, but thats all for later providing he lives though all this.)

After some very careful cleaning of the wounds, I grabbed some clean material and wrapped the chest wounds back up securely, and then covering up the remaining face wounds. The bleeding seemed to actually be going down after all the effort I'd put in, so that was a good sign at least. But it would still be most beneficial to go ahead and cauterize them, just to be sure.