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note: this is not completely accurate and not medical grade depiction. i have done the bare minimum research to make the story flow correctly. do not try any of this at home, and call first responders if any such thing happens to you. 

        Lina had to stop the bleeding at all costs. Her mind raced with numbers and strategies, wondering how much blood he had lost, and how much he could stand to lose. She pondered what was the best and quickest way to staunch the crimson flow. The noise of the saloon doors ricocheting off the walls aroused everyone from their adrenaline and worry filled daze, and Wyatt stepped forth once more.

        "He's gone." he replied shortly, striding up to Morgan and Lina, a worried and strained expression painting his face. Morgan groaned and shifted, causing more blood to spurt out of his side. Line ripped off another piece of her apron and pressed it against his side too. "Rode out this morning, to El Paso."he looked down as if he were shamed of the town doctor's unfortunate actions and timing.

        "Come here," Lina replied coolly. Wyatt did as told, and knelt down next to Lina. The floor was cold and hard, and provided mild discomfort to his knees. She turned to him, a calm and calculating expression on her face. It was oddly reassuring. "Press these rags against it, keep an even and firm pressure on it, it will help and slow the bleeding." He did so, and she stood up. She pressed the back of her hand against Morgan's forehead. It was warm, but not feverish. Morgan looked up at her, a mixture of fear and pain in his eyes.

        "You will be okay Mr. Earp. It hurts now, but this too shall pass." she gave him a small smile and walked off to address the crowd, She shooed them off gracefully into the dark streets once more, leaving her, Morgan, Wyatt, and Etta upstairs. She walked back behind the counter in a lady like fashion, power and grace, most importantly a kind of earthy wisdom lacing each step she took.

        Sam would kill her for ruining his towels, but she'd promise to buy him new ones soon. Her main focus was to make gauze and bandages while Etta was returning with her bag. The towels could be replaced. Young Mr. Earp could not. She'd use some of the powder, then the gauze and what little bandages she had. During the rest of the patching up, she would utilize Sam's poor, poor towels.

        A couple more minutes had passed before Etta emerged from the hallway. She rushed down and sat the bag next to Lina , who had migrated back to Morgan to relieve Wyatt of his pressing duties. She moved in a nervous manner, motions jerky and sudden. Her voice was monotone and her eyes darted around as if she was still looking for the mystery sniper.

        "Good, just in time," Lina said, more to herself than anybody. She took the fabric off of Morgan's side and sat it down next to him. The bleeding hadn't stopped completely, but now it just oozed in a small stream. "Hand me the gauze," Lina held her hand out while wiping blood away with the other. Etta dropped it in her hand and Lina quickly pressed it onto the wound before it could bleed freely any more.

Wyatt was now on the other side of the table and holding his brothers hand. He conversed quietly with Morgan, whispering things like "You'll be alright," and trying to humor him with a story that had something to do with an Arabian mare and someone named Dick Nailer. He spoke of the story fondly, and a pained grin had crept up on Morgan's face.

        Lina finished and stood up, wiping her bloody hands on her apron. The boys fell into silence. She worried for a moment the blood would stain it, but she quickly remembered that she had ripped it earlier, and it truly did not matter if it was soaked in blood. Wyatt met her eyes and Morgan was still. He'd passed out.

        "Mr. Earp-" she started, preparing to give him the recovery and care speech. How to tell her if anything was off and that he needed to change bandages and whatnot.

        "Please, call me Wyatt." he replied, meeting her eyes with a soft blue stare. "You saved my brother, you ought to call us by our first names." Lina smiled and looked away, not quite sure how to take the praise. Maybe she'd be able to form a useful friendship with the rather well to do brothers.

        "You should move him to a bed for the night. I can open up a room upstairs if it's going to be too much effort to carry him home. I'm fairly sure Sam will have no qualms."

        "Good idea Lina."

        "His bandages will need to be changed periodically. If you find it too difficult, you may come and get me. I don't mind doing it at all, my room number is 17." he nodded, listening. She wondered to herself if she was trying too hard, a question she'd been asking herself a lot lately. "All young Mr. Earp needs is rest, we all do. I suggest that as soon as he is taken care of, you take care of yourself, Wyatt." Lina gave him a small, good natured smile. She could see the fatigue starting to creep into his face and posture. His hands had become slower and his responses more delayed, as if it took him awhile to think of one. "I will see you soon." and with that, she walked upstairs, leaving the night behind.