He notices blood

Samantha stood silently, still in shock at the sudden attack, watching as the panicked young man moved hurriedly around her, grabbing items from around the cave. She looked down at the sheet he'd pressed against her chest, still held firmly by her own hands as the deep red colour slowly seeped into the crisp white fabric. Blood... her blood. The thought struck her suddenly, the young ranger letting out a pained gasp as she realized what had just happened, the pain forcing the air from her lungs. Her legs shook under her as she began to fall, suddenly lifted back up by strong arms as Chris gently laid her down on the camping bed, his eyes darting around frantically. She shivered slightly despite herself as he slid a hand behind her back, gently lifting her upright for a moment.

"Drink this," he ordered, making Samantha jolt at his suddenly commanding tone, the neck of a bottle pressed against her lips, "It won't do much at first, but it should at least help dull the pain."

Confused, the female took a gulp of the liquid, the burning taste of **** immediately filling her head as she was **** to take a second mouthful before Chris pulled the bottle away. She could feel the heat of the vodka running down her throat and settling in her stomach, her thoughts already becoming woozy as she felt herself being lowered back onto the cot. She could hear Chris cursing to himself as he pulled the camping light around beside him, the harsh glow hiding his face as he opened something beside him.

"At least those bastards were well equipped, maybe too well," She heard him mutter, barely registering the rest as he slipped something wide and bitter tasting into her mouth, "This is going to hurt like a bitch. Try to bite the belt, not anything else."

Samantha could only nod, between the throbbing pain in her chest and slight nausea brought on by the **** she could barely breathe, let alone speak. She started as she felt Chris pull away the sheet, her cheeks flushing slightly as she realized that he could see her breasts, a strange thought to have when she was busy bleeding out in this cave. A rough hand brushed against her nipple as Chris carefully wiped away some of the blood from the wounds, the clear bottle still in his hand. Samantha shivered at the touch, unable to stop herself from gazing almost longingly up at the young man as he looked back apologetically, the bottle tilted over her chest. Her mind froze as she realized what he planned to do, the ranger instinctively gritting her teeth even before the lukewarm liquid hit the deep wound.

The pain was intense; it was all Samantha could do to not scream as the **** flooded over the open gashes in her chest, her vision fading as she listened to Chris's frantic mutterings, the glint of a needle catching her eye before the pain **** her into unconsciousness.