He shred down the center of where the stab wound was, looking into it. They didn't have real medical supplies that he'd ever seen. Maybe deeper in? What was the point of such a big maze if just to let people starve or get sick. In one of these turns there had to be something. Since it was already cut off he used strips of her shirt as bandages, wrapping them tight to keep pressure on it. "That's the most there is to be done with the little we have here."