I helped him up, examining the wound which seemed to have gone through for the most part. The exit wound was messy, though, perhaps hollowpoints? I cracked open my medical pack, rifling through the contents before drawing antibiotics and bandages; I would have more time to treat him after the threat had been dealt with. "Pardon the pain" I coo, dampening a cloth with alcohol and cutting away a bit of his sleeve counting softly.
"Un...deux...trois" And disinfecting the wound while pulling a bandage to length. I quickly applied antibiotics to the injury and bound it up tight enough to stop the bleeding, but not so much as to cut off circulation to the rest of the arm. I make a makeshift sling for him with leftover length from the bandage as to keep stress off of his shoulder, as we were bound to soon be on the move. I pack up, checking to make sure my work was holding together. "Check will, when safe" I mention, trying to assure him that I know it was slapdash, but it would have to do for the situation, since properly patching him up might take a bit...and I would make a point to avoid being shot.

~~~~~~~3rd

Keepa sighed as he stowed everything back in his bag which he slung back around his hips, peeking over the stall at the bodies. He had considered taking the man's assault rifle, but it was almost as big as he was and was certain to be cumbersome...whereas the glint of an smg under one of the soldiers was much more alluring. After a short scan on the area, Keepa vaulted the counter, sprinting low and sliding next to the corpse, quickly going to work while whispering silent apologies to the dead. The smg turned out to be a Skorpion which worked out nicely.

~~~~~~~~1st

I was tempted by the dead man's flack jacket. It hadn't done him much against Ashiek's deft strikes, but also hadn't been damaged as a result. I looked back at the group as I proceeded to undo the buckles and slide it off of the man, who was a bit heavier than I had wanted him to be...and larger, as the vest fit me poorly, even tightened all the way up. I must have looked ridiculous, but it was better than the leather armor I wore underneath. It even had pockets for extra clips, thankfully already set with a few extra magazines for the Skorpion, should I need it. Foolishly, I had taken a seat behind the corpse of the Nazi to pop rounds into the currently used magazine; the gun having already slain a few by what was missing. I hollowly obliged to do the same before I heard the alarmed guttural tones of the kill squad some way across the metro.

~~~~~~~~3rd
Und dann sehen wir das unreine Mädchen, die Toten zu berauben. Ich wende mich an Diedrick und eine Wette vorschlagen; "Glaubst du, ich könnte die peg Schlampe daraus weit?" 
Deidrick seufzt, wie er sagt, "Mir wirklich egal, was Sie tun, Sir. Wir sind hier aus einem Grund..."

Shots rain out from an adjacent corridor. Keepa ducks what would have otherwise been his head by the damage that befell the strap on the top of his mask. In the process of drawing his newfound gun, two 'Tthup!'s emanate from his chest as hes knocked to the floor, not even managing to pull the trigger. He laid, coughing and gasping weakly as he pulled at his mask.