After checking no bullets where still lodged inside the man, Flint caught the alcohol and began pouring it on the wounds. If the man was awake this would sting like hell. The wounds cleaned as well as they where going to, Flint began to use the thread and needle on the bigger gashes. The wounds seemed to be healing themselves but Flint could at least help the process faster. As he began Adrian found a leather satchel "It must be a couple hundred dollars in this satchel!" Adrian proclaimed excitedly. Flint finished the wound he was working on and turned to Adrian "Someone with that amount of money either stole it or earned it and in both cases I don't want to be in the way of them and their money. My suggestion would be to leave it alone and wait to see if the owner is still alive before you start your shopping frenzy." Flint said his words of advise then went back to stitching up what was left of the man beside him.