Now wasn't the time to think about how he knew her, even though the fact that he knew her name but couldn't remember how did bother him. First he'd take care of that nasty neck wound and make sure she didn't die from blood loss or something. Cole spared a glance back at her before rushing into the kitchen, falling to his knees and wrenching open the cupboard doors. There were bottles full of strange-colored liquid - Windex? Pledge? - and other household items, but what he wanted was at the very back: an approximately ten year old first aid kit.
He had no medical knowledge whatsoever, but how hard could it be? Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge - despite the fact that he wasn't quite sure what the thing was for a fleeting second - he headed back into the living room, sitting on the table next to the couch. "Ileana? Are you doing alright?"