Di, there you are kneeling over a face you recognize from your past. It's Spector. He's in shock, shuddering and about to die. The packaging from a series of first aid kit supplies are scattered all about him, like he went through and used up just about everything trying to stabilize himself. The Spector you knew clearly was never prepared to work in the field.
Mox puts a hand on your shoulder.
"Di, you know this guy? We're going to have to stabilize him. He's bleeding out. What's with all the cuts? Looks like he got ripped to shreds by a pack of wolves."
Mox drops your kit to the floor with a loud thud!. He starts digging through it, face in the duffel.
"Tell me what you need."
Jackson has been acting strange. She's looking around erratically.
What do you do?