Following suit, I was amazed at how she could maneuver inside the small office space with ease. It was like she knew where all the items were—bandages, cotton, and other wound cleaning items on the shelf behind the office table.

It was amazing how she laid everything on the examination table without even caring about the wound on her shoulder. After having everything she needed, she groaned when she jumped a bit to sit on the said table, height-challenged, and looked at my direction. Her eyes, cold yet weak from the wound, bore to me as if she was silently calling for my assistance.

Tilting my head, she must've realized that I don't have any telepathic powers and took the surgical scissors from the things she gathered and offered it to me. "Cut the suit, will you? This bitch's a pain in my shoulders. Literally and figuratively." She chuckled but ended up coughing a bit.

I had no time to think or even give a remark about her complains. My body reacted by taking the scissors from her and began cutting off the sleeves of the suit, careful not to touch the knife or the wound. It was a bit hard avoiding the protruding item but I could cut off the sleeves without doing further damage. But the problem was the sleeve clung on her skin, dried blood stuck on it like glue, that made me cringe at the sight.

"Just rip it off," she said, voice broken and breathing ragged.

I was taken aback by her request. "You sure?" I asked, unsure if I could even do it.

She nodded slowly, showing me a weak smile.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed on each side of the sleeve and tugged it off her arm forcibly. I heard how the cloth ripped from her dried blood and saw how her body jerked probably from the pain. Yet despite the removal of her sleeve, her weak smile didn't falter.

Discarding the bloodied sleeve to the side, I examined her injury. The knife was half-way on her shoulder, seeing the steel blade not thoroughly embedded on her shoulder. Fresh blood slowly oozed down her arm from the wound while the woman wearing a suit merely huffed and puffed loudly.

"Thanks," she said weakly, averting her gaze from mine and stared at the knife sticking out of her shoulder skeptically. With a deep intake of breath, she took the thicker bandage pads and handed them it to me—I'm assuming she wanted me to help with the next thing she was planning. She was huffing loudly, shaking even, and grabbed the small pillow from the bed and bit on it tightly.

'Oh fuck... Is she going to— '

I watched her with a mix of horror and fascination. She reached for the handle of the knife, held it tightly, and took deep breaths. She stalled for a few seconds –probably counting one to three– and pulled the knife from her shoulder, hand shaking a bit after pulling the bladed weapon.

There was no pained scream, just loudly catching her breath through the pillow that was clenched in between her teeth as if it was her way to cope with the pain. She held the knife in the air, blood dripping from the blade, and threw it on the floor, spat the small pillow.

Blood gushed out of her now open wound as she groaned loudly and gestured for the bandages I was holding. Understanding her groaning request, I ran to her side and pressed the bandages on the wound, applying pressure on it.

"Just give me..." she panted heavily, eyes droopy from the pain. "Give me a second then I'll close it."

When she said 'close', I already had an idea what she meant by it. But looking at how tired she was, I shook my head and said, "I can do it. Just..." I checked if she took the anesthesia and some surgical sutures. Even if I'm a traveler it has its perks. One of them is first aid involving sutures since I myself got into a few dangerous situations that needed intensive emergency care.

I found some of the items I need from the glass cabinet where the medicines were stored. "Press on this—" I pointed at the soaked bandages that I was pressing on her shoulder, and then to the glass cabinet. "I'll just get the anesthesia and something to close that."

She nodded weakly and leaned on the wall beside the examination table while applying pressure on her wounded shoulder.

It was easy to find the items I need. Ross was the organized kind of person and he has everything labelled. From the smallest Penicillin to the bottles of Hydrogen peroxide. It didn't take a while to find the items I needed, anesthesia and sutures and took them out of the cabinet.