"Hold on, Abigail, just... hold on, hold on," he told her, and caught her hand in his. It looked tiny and pale against his skin, and he didn't think about her bleeding out. He just dug his phone out and broadcast a call over the CB radio while trying to focus despite Tsu'tey hissing at him to make a clean kill. It wasn't exactly obvious if Tsu'tey was talking about the stag or Abigail any more, but Jake stopped listening as he started checking his friend for any more injuries.
He hissed as he found the wound in her back, and let go of her hand so he could clamp down on the wound. This would not end the same way as it had for Grace. "Sorry, sorry, it hurts, I know," he told her, then checked over the rest of her. "Does it hurt... Fnu, Tsu'tey!... sorry. Just your back? Is it just your back?"