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Luckily enough within the med kit Lacy had with her he was able to find a small bottle of saline solution, the unfortunate part was that he didn't have any cloth on him to soak the liquid in. There were some bandages in the med kit but he wasn't about to waste them on cleaning a wound when they were far more efficient for covering them. He reached back into Roswell's pocket and retrieved the pocket knife he'd returned earlier, flicking it up to cut a piece of fabric from the hem of his shorts.

Now that he had fabric he used as little saline as he dared to wet a part of the fabric so he could clean the wound on Roswell's arm. He tried to be as gentle as possible, but his hands were still shaking from the entire experience. Honestly he really had no idea what he was doing, it was pure adrenaline that had kept him going this far and he was pretty sure afterwards he could use a good nap. He'd never really gotten to know Lacy during her time hanging around Blake, but at the moment he was beyond happy to have her there; thoroughly impressed by her ability to stay calm.

"Alright," he managed to get out when he deemed himself finished with the cleaning. Blood still seeped from the wound but it was slower now. Whether that was from Roswell loosing too much already or clotting he didn't want to think too hard about. "I think it's good." He knew what was next, the stitching, and while he wasn't confident in his ability to preform such a task he'd do his damndest for Ross' sake.