Bruce saw Tom's reaction to the painkiller and knew he had to be bad. Bruce prepared the area and injected the morphine, hoping it acted quickly before he put the used needle into his mini sharps box. "I don't know how much blood he's lost. Maybe three pints. I need to cauterise or stitch or do something or he'll..." Bruce shook his head, "Not going to happen." He prepared his glass goggles with zoom and lights, "How many wounds?" he asked as he prepped another needle for suturing arteries.