"Alrighty then..." Angel muttered, easing herself out of the room, wobbling on the angled floor. If she wasn't careful, she would fall - and something like a broken ankle on an island like this could be fatal. "I hope this will last us all. I don't know if there'll be any more people needing first aid." Angel said to Bobby as she shuffled back to her, keeping a tight grip on the medical kits. Other than Luc's burn - which would just need cleaning, to be honest - and the injury to Jhett's head, which would definitely need stitches, there wasn't much more to do, unless more people had popped up. There certainly wasn't any point in wasting medical supplies on the various cuts and bruises that covered them all, as small things like that could be bathed in salt water - which they sadly had a large abundance of.