[ he helps pull her to her feet, careful to not draw her too close since he's still HOLDING A MACHETE and probably scary right now, but he wants to get a better look at her neck, so he'll crane his own to take a glance at it ] You need to keep pressure on it. I've got a kit in the car. Come on. [ he moves a hand gently to her shoulder to steer her in the right direction, away from this horror show and towards where the impala is haphazardly parked in the woods ]
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