With a satisfying squelch, the final piece of shrapnel popped free. Thalia threw it over her shoulder. "Oh, you know. This and that. I'm running low on water." Splashing a small dose of antiseptic over the wound, she nicked the needle from the man and quickly pulled her patient's flesh together. "That looks to be everything, he needs water and rest and antibiotics." She said, looking up and smiling at the man. She took in her surroundings for the first time at this juncture. They were in a closed off street block, littered with bodies. Evidence of a gunfight was everywhere, from the gunshots in the pure concrete walls of neighboring shops to the stench of gunpowder in her nostrils. "Next." She said, picking up her medical bag and jogging to a wounded woman. She squatted beside her and gave her the once over; her throat had been improperly cut and she could do nothing to save her. The woman opened her eyes, blood bubbling from her mouth. Thalia slowly unholstered her weapon and making sure the woman couldn't see it, put it to her head and pulled the trigger. The sound was quiet, like a car door being shut, but the woman's head was thrown sideways as she took the full impact of the 9mm round.