Part 9

     He opened the medkit, keeping his ears open to and alert for sounds around him. He was sure he was alone right now, but that could change at a moments notice, especially since the creatures could use the vents to move around.

    The medkit was standard: small bandages, scissors, gloves, hand sanitizer, rubbing alcohol, gauze pads and medical tape, some painkillers, and other odds and end that he was pretty sure he wouldn't need. He sanitized and applied rubbing alcohol to a cloth. He bit back a yell as he cleaned as much of the wound as he could. "Gods this hurts..." he said quietly to no one.. He placed the gauze pads as best he could without being able to see the wound, taped it into place, and then did similarly to the much less grievous leg wound, and was finally finished. He chuckled at the thought of bandaging some of the smaller cuts and scrapes, but realized that he didn't know what kind of grime and bacteria might make their way into his system. I don't want to die of something dumb like tetanus if I make it out of this alive he thought to himself. Might as well use these up. He applied the rest of the rubbing alcohol to the scrapes and wounds and placed the smaller bandages judiciously.

    He placed the final bandage - a moderate cut on his forearm - and discarded the medkit. It was entirely spent, much how he felt. He tried to think of how long he'd been in this insane situation. It almost felt like days since he had woken up in the medbay, but in reality it had only been an hour, maybe an hour and a half at most.

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