"Not sure if there's any surgical equipment in here, but I grabbed the largest med bag we had at base. Do you know the locations of any medical supplies here? I need to get inside and disable the cameras, so I can't help carry her right now."
Patch shook his head as he quickly reached into the bag and prepared a large syringe single-handed, moving almost automatically due to his rigorous training and field experience. "Surgical gear's back at base, all I can do is stabilise her and hope for the best. This gear should do for now, but we'll have to get moving soon." He explain as he stabbed the high strength sedative directly into the girl's heart. That should keep her calm for a while, and prevent any cardiac problems for now, he thought to himself taking his hand away from the shoulder wound to inspect the bandages.
They were already soaked through with blood so peeling them away he tossed them to one side on the tarmac as he pull proper sterilised dressings and a can of antiseptic gel from the medical kit. Jamming the tip of the canister into the gunshot wound Patch quickly pulled the activator, sending a spray of foam into the wound which quickly pressurised it from the inside, reducing the internal bleeding and helping to keep the wound clear from infection.
The simple act had probably just doubled Owl's life expectancy at this point and lifting his head he called out to the others. "She's ready to be moved as soon as you can give me a hand." As he waited for them to respond Patch quickly padded the outside of the wound and applied the fresh dressings, doing the best he could to stop Owl losing any more blood. Looking up at her face for the first time since she'd collapsed Patch saw how pale and gaunt she was looking, a bad sign in both his medical and aesthetic opinion. They needed to get her a transfusion as quickly as they could, and Patch hoped the team had things ready for him back at base.
