"It's okay... I've got you," he said reassuringly. Jack carried Martha directly to Medical and gently set her on the table, immediately turning to begin rummaging through the nearby supplies.
"We've got to stop the bleeding," he said, grabbing a handful og thick gauze pads. But when he slid her shirt upwards to inspect the injuries, his eyes widened in shock. "What the hell?"
It didn't make any sense. There was no way all of that blood had come from such small injuries. As a matter of fact, he'd never seen anyone escape that kind of a clawing from a Weevil with such light wounds.