First Aid

Everyone in the community had a degree of first aid knowledge.

It was a necessity living in the sort of world that we lived in. Most people ended up working in the reclamation yards, and if you got jabbed by a rusty piece of metal you'd need a way to look after yourself before the healers managed to get to you.

That first aid knowledge was telling me we needed to get the knife out of the bird-like Powered that was lying on the ground, but that we'd also then need to put pressure on the wound and temporarily bind it so that they didn't gush all over the floor and bleed out.

With a flex of my wrist, my remaining buzz drones sprang into action.

I guided them through the downstairs section of the building, thinking that if there was a big operation dedicated to bagging up drugs in the building that there would probably be something that I could use to wrap tightly around the wound, even if it didn't end up being an actual bandage.