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Damion slung his rifle over his shoulder as they carried the woman into the infirmary, and stumbled in, still slightly drunk. He walked unsteadily over to the barely conscious woman, but still somehow by some grace of God kept enough control over his hands to not crush the wound as he applied pressure. The woman kept mumbling and crying as the man who claimed to be a doctor of sorts searched for equipment to attempt a surgery. The woman seemed to drift in and out of consciousness, and finally succumbed when the doctor returned. "Fucking finally... Her crying was getting on my nerves, Christ." he mumbled to himself, still holding his hands over the wound.