All he saw was blood. And he presumed by this time, he lost almost half of his blood. 2.5 liters in approximation, as he's still just a kid. Terrible, terrible, he told himself. Not to mention he's still bleeding EVERYWHERE.
He sprung awake by the A-line call. WITHOUT any specification, but he dare not ask because he knew what the order will be. Lactated Ringers, glucosed. The patient is losing blood, so glucose is a definite need of the body. Straight to the IV fluids cabinet, he picked an IV bag with a blue label. He primed the line, grabbed the IV prep tray and settled himself. With efficiency he didn't think he had, he prepared a line on the right hand with the large-bore needle and hooked the IV to aid the fluid loss.