[The sirens begin to draw closer. The operator assures Hawke the ambulance will be there shortly and to keep trying to stymie the blood loss. Hawke focuses on pouring as much healing magic as she can into his wounds, and she begins to feel them stitch up a bit. Not enough to entirely close them, but it should help at least slow the blood loss. Not that that helps much with what he's already lost...]
You can thank me later if you make it through this. Which you better or I'm going to be cross.
[She'd hold his hand to reassure him, but both her hands are kind of busy trying to save his butt.
Finally, the ambulance arrives, the flashing lights flickering over the two of them. The medics hop out, equipment in tow, and hurry over to Kirk. Hawke backs off, hands, arms and part of her clothes caked in blood as the medics work on Kirk and ready him for transport to the hospital.
wrap it up here or did you want to keep going?
You can thank me later if you make it through this. Which you better or I'm going to be cross.
[She'd hold his hand to reassure him, but both her hands are kind of busy trying to save his butt.
Finally, the ambulance arrives, the flashing lights flickering over the two of them. The medics hop out, equipment in tow, and hurry over to Kirk. Hawke backs off, hands, arms and part of her clothes caked in blood as the medics work on Kirk and ready him for transport to the hospital.
Maker willing, he'll survive.]