"Or tie it off," she agreed, glancing at Owen and then the liquids hung above their patient. Alright. Now or never. Wads of the formerly white gauze padded the walls of Toshi's wound as Martha delicately searched with eyes and fingers for the open artery. The gauze soaked with blood alarmingly fast.
"Got it," she said after an intense pause, her voice level with forced calm. It was well-practiced, this clinically emotionless facade. She held out a hand for a clamp, and then remembered she didn't have a nurse beside her. Hopefully Owen would catch on -- he was just as capable of doing this himself, she knew, but maybe not knowing their patient gave her the edge.