You feel a rush of emotions run over you, but you remind yourself to stay calm. Scrambling through your bag frantically and ready to fall over, you look for the emergency kit that came with the travel supplies. You struggle to put together a plan with your growing nerves as you see more blood and loose more balance, but start to get coordinated. There is a sticky aloe salve that is supposed to slow the draining of blood and help the wound scar faster, but you can tell when messily applying it to Tom that is painful to use. 
You use a lot of gauge and medical tape and splints for a broken arm, probably more than you need to, patching up Tom to get over the guilt of ever doubting him. 
Now, looking at your own leg pathetically, you don't know if you have the strength to put the salve on it. You generally try to avoid painful situations, and you are so shaken up that the pain might make you fall unconscious. You hesitantly dab some on the deeper of the rakes through your flesh to test the waters.