Ivy scoops Arty up from the armpits and lays her down in her bed. "I love her, but she's so stubborn she almost got herself killed. Again. Jacob, please do me the simple favor of watching her while I get my stuff. I won't be long." She leaves the door open, runs down the stairs, and grabs her suture kit alongside a bowl of rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and some gauze. She comes back and starts removing her bandages. "She's bleeding out quickly. Um..." Ivy takes her shirt off to use as a tourniquet. Then gets busy with prepping to stitch Arty up. "Is there some way to contact Leila, inform her of what's going on?" Ivy's voice is somehow calm.