Re: Bar, Complex | Archie & Dora (and Open)
"Of course," Eames replied, already almost at Archie's side. He didn't have a fucking clue what splinching was, or why it would injure someone quite so badly. There was a lot of blood already. Eames dropped onto his knees, which were instantly soaked through, but he didn't think about that.
"IS ANYONE MEDICALLY TRAINED?" he yelled, as he started to unbutton Archie's shirt. Scissors would have been better, but he didn't have any on him and he didn't want to go rummaging about behind the bar whilst Archie bled out. Luckily, he was rather skilled at unbuttoning other men's shirts, and he was pulling the material back soon enough.
"What the actual fuck?" he muttered to himself. He had never seen a wound pattern like that before. "Archie? Archie, can you hear me? I have to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding, and it's going to hurt," he explained, slipping out of his own shirt and folding it up. "CAN SOMEONE BRING TOWELS?" he yelled back into the bar before putting his folded-up shirt over the wound and pressing on it as hard as he could.