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Rising to his feet, he moved towards Nine to patch her shoulder before gunshots rang out. Swearing, he quickly ducked and grabbed onto his own weapon, his eyes darting around to try to locate the shooter. The man in charge took no hesitation in ending the situation. Ten growled under his breath and rose once more to his feet. [color=slategray]"Getting [i]really[/i] tired of everyone fucking shooting off random bullets here!"[/color]

He once more shook his head before realizing he was being beckoned to Seven's side. His eyes widened to see the blood pouring from the young girl's side. Without giving another moment of hesitation, he knealt down and grabbed his medical bag before rushing to her side. Knealing next to her, he assessed the wound and growled. Ten ripped off a strip of fabric from the bottom of his shirt and pressed it firmly against her wound. He spoke in a a clear, firm tone to nobody in particular. [color=slategray]"Somebody look in my fucking bag for gauze, a needle, and some type of medical thread. I need to sew this up. I also need something to use as a tourniquet. Anybody have a belt or something?"[/color]