A quick dip of the hemostats in some iodine, and she was ready to do what she could with the bullet in his shoulder. Lara muttered a quick prayer that the drugs she'd given Peter when she first found him had at least partially worked, and she handed him the bottle of brandy she'd snagged from the kitchen just beyond the door of the garage.
"Drink this. It will help. And don't give me any of this macho bollocks. Believe me, I am well aware of you being a man." Taking a deep breath, she placed her hand on his shoulder and opened the hemostats marginally, and began to slide them into the wound, intent on finding the bullet quickly and pulling it out.
Peter's jerk at the feel of something new and foreign entering his skin again caused her to jiggle the hemostats more than she would have liked, and the wound began bleeding anew. Lara cursed a blue streak under her breath and closed her eyes, using her minds eye to focus her energy on getting the bullet out.