Harper let Arabella get into a position that was good for her whilst she finished sterilizing the needle and such. At the permission to use a pocket knife on the woman's jacket, she gave a nod and inspected what the size of the rip was as it stood now. She knew how annoying it was when you had tears in clothing, she still wasn't over the rip in her latest replacement jacket tonight herself. "I think I might have to, if I don't I can see this shard getting snagged and making it all the more painful." she honestly said to the other hunter. Grabbing for Arabella's pocket knife, she carefully and neatly made the rip just that little bit longer and wider so she could pull out the shard and use her other hand to hold the jacket away from the injury, then she put the knife down.

Putting the needle down in the first aid box so it stayed clean, she carefully placed one hand on the jacket and carefully placed the other on the shard. She made sure not to get splinters from the shard as she did so and took a deep breath. "Okay...I'm gonna pull the shard out now" she warned Arabella then before Arabella could put too much anxiousness on what was to come, she gently but swiftly pulled the shard out, finding it didn't snag once. She gave a quick inspection of the wound after chucking the shard down beside her on a piece of tissue, next to the glass shard that was moments ago in her own side, making sure no splinter was left which luckily there wasn't. 

Grabbing for the needle and thread, she began to stitch Arabella's wound up  after she gave it splash of alcohol to clean the wound itself. "I'm almost done..." she said after a couple of stitches, "just a few more......aaaand you're done" she spoke to Arabella throughout to try and distract her from it all. "You should heal up pretty well, considering it was a wooden shard in your side, it was a clean wound in regards to the entry point." she explained, grabbing some clean gauze and tape to place onto the wound so Arabella could keep it clean. 

After she fully finished with the other hunter's injury, she grabbed the dirty and used equipment, getting up off the bed and walking to the bathroom trashcan so she could chuck it all away safely. "You know, I'm pretty thankful we both ended up on the same case. You're help proved really useful tonight. Believe it or not, it was much less chaotic tonight than when I've joined a couple of other male hunters." she said, thinking about the infamous Winchester Brothers. Those two made her roll her eyes far too many times in her hunting career and could always see why her adopted family at the late Roadhouse would try and insist she didn't spend much time with them.