Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
Micah came back with a torch and less than a shot of drink, which was all he could find in the limited time he had. He used the flame to the metal of the knife in the surgical kit over and over, placing it carefully onto each but of sliced off leg until he was satisfied he'd done the best he could do. He sloshed the whiskey over after, and he glanced at the cloths with displeasure. "Dammit, they're all going to die if they don't boil these before using them," he said, grabbing the cleanest of the cloths and wrapping the man's stump in it.