"He's bleeding!" came a panicked wail.

"Calm down." Admittedly, that metallic tang was distracting. My stomach protested. I pawed through the drawer. "Roll him #supine. Apply pressure to the wound."

"It was a-a-an accident!"

What a whiner. "So? Boss won't care how his dinner got damaged."

"But..."

I huffed then nosed at the sewing kit. Next challenge, threading a needle with my teeth.

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