Bruce got his nerves under control and stitched up the main wound on the stomach, wiping his hands. "There's no time. We've got to get him in to the hospital. He's lost too much blood." Bruce raided his bag for the gurney board, thinking a mile a minute. "If only..." he muttered as he slid Tom's form onto the gurney as gently as he could. Bruce had muscles, yes, but there was no way he could lift Tom's weight all the way to the hospital.