Giving Chas a look, Rain nearly scolded him as she muttered. "I'm fine." the way she had always said it. The way the woman had said it to Alice continuously and the way she never needed anyone's help. "When I enlisted...they didn't say leave the civilians down, now did they? But between you and me... I fight the human wars, you fight the supernatural ones. So you can understand. You're no civilian." her tone was soft, but the emotion in her voice was powerful. Rain didn't think he would have made it. And no she wasn't stupid enough to tear something just from helping. The way her finger tips touched his chest, brushing the skin when she had worked on his wounds. She fought not to look at his eyes, and then noticed something.
"I hate to be the one to tell you this...but you need stitches, John." the woman muttered. "Stay." was all she said, and upnodded to Chas, moving toward the kitchen as quick as possible, as if nothing was going to stand in her way. And hurried back after scurrying around with her hands in the drawer of the cabinet, digging around for a sewing kit. The one she knew was there from grabbing onto a knife earlier, along with a bottle of tequila. There had been a long gash down from his chest to a little bit of an inch to his stomach. The Latina bit back any bitchiness and knelt before him after opening up the sewing box and took out the needle with some white thread and sterlizing both the needle with the antiserum.
"This might hurt." nudging the bottle over to him a little. Did she know what the fuck she was doing? Not likely but Liz had been a medic before she got her head sliced off. Stabbing him lightly with the needle after also cleaning the wound, had she begun to sew it up.