Ivy scoops Arty up from the armpits and lays her down in her bed. "I love her, but she's so stubborn she almost got herself killed. [i]Again.[/i] Jacob, please do me the simple favor of watching her while I get my stuff. I won't be long." She leaves the door open, runs down the stairs, and grabs her suture kit alongside a bowl of rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and some gauze. She comes back and starts removing her bandages. "She's bleeding out quickly. Um..." Ivy takes her shirt off to use as a tourniquet. Then gets busy with prepping to stitch Arty up. "Is there some way to contact Leila, inform her of what's going on?" Ivy's voice is somehow calm.