Check the leg

Crouching down to rest his weight on his right leg Calvo carefully pushed back the torn material of his prison uniform from around the wound. A two inch chunk of wood protruded from a wound in the side of his left leg, blood flowing freely from around it. Pain and nausea hit at the same time, in a sickening wave, which Calvo finally fought down only after a supreme effort of will.

Tearing the sleeve off his uniform Calvo made it into a wad to try to staunch the bleeding, knowing that attempting to remove the wood could be dangerous without medical supplies. Tying the wad to his leg with strips of cloth torn from his other sleeve Calvo resolved that he had to try to find a medpack or risk possible infection and other complications from blood loss. A slow **** from gangarene would be a miserable way for his newly won freedom to end.

Limping slightly Calvo carefully moved towards the outer edge of where the dome had previously been, and attempted to peer through the smoke to determine if any guardswomen have survived.

Seeing nothing, Calvo continued onward, carefully searching for the guards belongings, beginning to move outwards from the blast; guessing that the equipment may have been propelled by the **** of the blast. He starts to find torn clothes some distance from the blast area and a short time later found a small backpack. Opening it up he quickly pulled out an emergency medpack.

Breaking the seal , Calvo opened it up to reveal a variety of basic supplies; bandages, antiseptics, and the like. Rummaging through the pack Calvo pulled out what he needed before sealing the rest and returning it to the backpack.

Removing the makeshift bandage revealed a steady trickle of blood still emerging from around the wound. Cleaning the wound Calvo, braced himself and firmly, his eyes narrowing in sick anticipation of the pain to come. Grasping the chunk of wood, he pulled it free, grunting in pain, head spinning momentarily as blood ran forth from the gash with renewed ****. Calvo quickly applied gel from the medpack to staunch the flow, and checked that the wound was clear of any remaining splinters. The gel took affect, and he bandaged his leg firmly.

Half laying on his back Calvo injected himself with a shot of antibiotics. Head swimming from blood loss, still feeling the after effects of a deflected stun blast and now with the mild anaesthic in the injection and medical gel, Calvo struggled desperately to remain conscious, knowing the danger of his current exposed location, but finally, unable to resist his fatigue, he fell into a light stupor.