Martha's face was a mask of calm, right up until the other woman decided to waste precious time. She didn't know her, and she didn't know the man whose blood she was covered in, but if they wanted him to live they needed to act fast. Her hands were applying pressure to the wound, and still the blood seeped red through her fingers.
"There's no time for that!" she snapped, "Do you have back stock of blood, Owen?" She hoped they wouldn't have to wait for a transfusion; Toshi might not make it.