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"Welcome to hell." Austin greeted cheerfully, looking at him, before exhaling and shutting his eyes "Okay. You have gloves on you? Rubber ones that you use for evidence should do fine. I'm in early shock stages, I think, which is why my legs are elevated and I'm raising my arm. Don't move my legs. Arm might drop, please don't let it, shock is a bitch. Anyway, knife is still stuck in there to slow bleeding, but when you take it out, it'll probably start gushing." He took another deep breath "Ah, great. I'm breathing fine, that's a plus. Okay. You're going to need to dress the wound, but other that, you're going to need a makeshift tourniquet. It won't be on long, but, uh....shit. What was the size? That's important."
He shifted, wincing, before continuing "4 centimeters sounds right. Yea. 4 centimeters wide, that's how big the strip of cloth is gonna need to be at least, just cut my shirt. It's ruined anyway. Uh, basically, if it's under 4 centimeters, you're gonna risk nerve damage in my arm. That aside, I'm going to be in a lot of pain which is why I'm giving you instructions now." He lowered his arm a bit, getting tired of holding it up and looking like a lunatic "Basically, you'll be cutting off my blood flow. Because I like my blood to stay in my me. Basically, tie that shit around my arm once, place something you can use to twist in the middle. Well, on top, and then tie the clothe again over that, and then twist the hell out of it. Tight as you can. Make sure it stays. Then.....then emergency room, please. I want to keep my arm."
He shifted, wincing, before continuing "4 centimeters sounds right. Yea. 4 centimeters wide, that's how big the strip of cloth is gonna need to be at least, just cut my shirt. It's ruined anyway. Uh, basically, if it's under 4 centimeters, you're gonna risk nerve damage in my arm. That aside, I'm going to be in a lot of pain which is why I'm giving you instructions now." He lowered his arm a bit, getting tired of holding it up and looking like a lunatic "Basically, you'll be cutting off my blood flow. Because I like my blood to stay in my me. Basically, tie that shit around my arm once, place something you can use to twist in the middle. Well, on top, and then tie the clothe again over that, and then twist the hell out of it. Tight as you can. Make sure it stays. Then.....then emergency room, please. I want to keep my arm."