"Oh, I'd consider myself lucky if I wasn't hemorrhaging out of something," Kajsa responded, smile still on her face. If she took herself or the situation too seriously, she might start crying. She'd only just gotten injured a little over a month ago and she really wasn't looking forward to another hospital stay. She kinda hoped she'd be able to go home quickly. While she was talking to herself in her head, however, he'd said something about fixing her arm and gone off somewhere. She assumed he was getting help. It wasn't like she could really go anywhere anyway. It was comforting to know she wasn't exactly in danger of death and there were a lot of people like this gentleman who was helping those injured. Hopefully, someone found Dagmar and was helping her like she was being helped. Kajsa really hoped so. She'd always been the stupidly lucky sister...
Suddenly, he was back and telling her that he wasn't going to splint it. "Wait. You're not a professional?" Kajsa's voice rose at the end of that question. Okay, that was really nice of him to be helping out at the scene of the explosion but she really didn't want to be moved by someone with no medical background or expertise, really. "At least tell me you know first aid," she said, half-joking. Well, not joking at all, really. She watched a little worriedly as he slid the cloth under her arm and warned her it was going to hurt. OH THAT HURTS LIKE A BITCH. She hissed angrily as pain jolted up and down her arm. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she almost fainted...and then recovered almost immediately afterwards. "Thanks," she said weakly as he told her to get up. She wasn't looking forward to that either. Instead of complaining, however, the idea of getting off the floor seemed like a brilliant idea, so she simply moved her head slowly in a half-nod. "Okay. Can you help me?" She didn't think her one good arm was enough leverage.