Duo seethed, hissing air out his teeth as Duo worked on his wound. It was a tedious job and long. Needle does in, thread follows, and his double was not a quick and efficient field medic like he needed. When it was done, he fell back into the bed panting and sucking in a breath of air.

He soon sat up again, weakly and stiffly. He looked to his double, swooning slightly at the light headedness.

"There any pills in that bag?" He wondered aloud. He could use something.