James lay down, face towards the floor as she'd instructed him to do. Her jacket was balled up, his arms encircling it and his forehead resting on it. Takiko observed for a second, then decided against climbing onto hi back to get better access to his headwound and knelt down in front of him. She put everything she'd need in order around her, ready to be used and disinfected thrice. She took a deep breath, but tried to be silent about it. She still thought it would be better to not tell him exactly how much experience she had with this kind of wound. Or with stitches. Or any kind of attending to any kind of wounds. She she swallowed as she started dabbing the wounds with the iodine ointment she had found in the cars first aid kit. She noticed James twitch but he wasn't moaning. Yet. She bit her lower lip, chewing on it as she proceeded to dab and wipe and clean until she was satisfied. At least he had stopped bleeding so much. There was absolutely nothing she could do if he lost too much blood, she wasn't even sure if she'd be able to find proper mediaction against inflammation around here. And she'd have to at least look for it. Because no matter how much she desinfected and no matter how much ointment she used, she was still stitching him back together in a basement, one they were shearing with a dead creature, and with a sewing-needle at that. Not to mention the thread she was using. 

She leaned back, blinking and shaking her head. She had no use for doubt now, there was noone else here to take care of this man. And with humanity being eradicated at this rate, they should try to keep each other alive as much as possible. Or at least that was her own mindset. She took another deep breath. "I'll start stitching you back together now." she announced to her patient, but not receiveing an answer. Her breath caught and for a second she stared at him, noticing he'd slightly slumped together. She reached out, feeling for his pulse, having to fight her own rapid heartbeat to be able to feel or hear his. She waited, eyes staring at nothing, only concentrating on her fingers against his throat. There. She sighed in relieve. There was a pulse. She sat back up, looking at him. "Probably better that way." she told him, trying to convince herself as well. WIth head injuries it was never good to lose consciousness. 

But better do it now, before he woke up. [i]If he wakes up.[/i] a voice whispered in the back of her mind but she shut it out and slid a little forward so that she had a better view and angle at the wound. The light was anything but satisfying. She grabbed the flashlight, placing it on his broad muscled back, it's light hitting the wound. Not ideal, but better. She reached out, fingers carefully putting his flesh back into place. It was amazing her hands weren't shaking like mad. Maybe she should have become a surgeon after all.