For a few seconds I hesitated, but soon, gathering my thoughts, I began to act. Taking the girl's limp body in my arms, I laid her on top of the boxes with tiles, as they seemed to me cleaner than the floor, on which a porridge of blood and dust had already formed.
The wound on her chest throbbed, splashing out a fountain of blood and life from the girl's body with each push. I firmly pressed this place with my hand, but I felt how warm and sticky blood continued to spread under my clothes. It became very hot, and sweat broke out on my forehead. I doubted that I was doing everything right, but now I had to think and act quickly and coolly. Pulling myself together, I examined the remaining wounds on the leg and shoulder, making sure that they were not dangerous, I returned to the wound on the chest. Unfastening the unloading and unceremoniously tearing off the turtleneck, I saw a deep stab wound under the right breast. The injury looked very serious. After wiping my blood-stained hands on my clothes, I parted the girl's jaws and made sure that there was no blood in her mouth. This is a good sign, it means that the lung was not pierced, because otherwise, she would be doomed.
I reached into my backpack and took out the first aid kit. A bunch of cartridges and food caught my eye again. I looked at the rifle that stood against the wall, and the thought crept into my head that all this could be mine. Well, theoretically, if you still can’t save her, don’t leave these things here … I looked at Irina, who was lying unconscious, her chest heaved measuredly.
Pushing those thoughts aside, I opened the first-aid kit and immediately found a paper brochure in it, which contained a list of contents. After a quick run through the list, I found out that there is everything you need and much more. I needed bandages, peroxide and painkillers. There were even broad spectrum antibiotics. I looked at the girl again, she was still breathing heavily and was unconscious.
Grabbing the first aid kit that was in the girl's backpack, I quickly shook it. Having found hydrogen peroxide and a bandage, he began to tear off pieces of the bandage and, after soaking them with peroxide, push them into the wound with dense balls, thus making a tamponade to stop the blood. At some point, Irina groaned from unbearable pain, and I tried to talk to her, calming her down and explaining what you were doing, but she was already unconscious again and did not hear me. When the blood had been stopped, I took dicynone and novocaine from the first-aid kit, making injections around the wounds, as taught in the shooting club, I proceeded to dressing.