Walking to the back porch Briseis sat down on ledge and proceeded to remove her jacket. She inhaled sharply when she peeled the jacket away from her wound. Blood began gather again and she snarled. Useless weak body. With little thought she dropped her jacket on the ground and began riffling through her bag. For instances such as these a small medical kit was kept. Opening the medical kit, she removed a needle, alcohol wipes, and some thread. Removing her shirt, Briseis shivered as the wind hit her bare chest. The wipes were easy to open and use but they stung like a bitch. Not that she showed it, a sting was nothing. She used to wipes to clean the wound and remove any debris. A healer would be better suited for this job, but her pack had taught
