First of all Thalia lowered the man from his position against the lamp post so he was laying flat on the pavement. That complete she began carefully cutting away his filthy shirt to reveal his chest beneath. The cloth was sticky with blood, Thalia noted that he seemed to have taken a lot of buckshot shrapnel from long range. The wound was non-fatal but he was losing a lot of blood and if left untreated, the piece could cause an infection. An infection in the Wasteland was normally a death sentence. She rolled up her sleeves but before she could begin she heard a voice from in front of her. 

Raising her face to look at the man pointing a weapon at her, the doctor fired off her most disarming smile. Thalia looked back at her patient. "You've got to be kidding me right? Help me save this man." The man was coming around, a low moaning sound was emanating from his mouth. Grabbing a handful of his hair, Thalia carefully lifted his head a little before letting it fall back onto the road, knocking him out cold again. Shuffling around so she could see all his wounds, Thalia motioned for the man to come to her side. she pointed to the compress she had placed over the most severe puncture mark. "Push down hard on that while i fix him up. What happened here?"