As carefully as he could, he inspected the wound, pressing gingerly around it, and peering at it closely. It was still oozing fresh blood, which he frowned at. "I need to irrigate the wound and disinfect it. It's going to need stitches too, I'm afraid. We also ought to get you some antibiotics, just in case. The good news is that I don't believe his finger ruptured any of your vital organs."

He started to lay out the supplies on the seat next to her in preparation.