"Sam? What was it?"
"Fluttershy, get me some bandages and anything you might have that can save a bleeding pony."
She looked at him, confused, "Go Fluttershy! Tony's bleeding out!"
She jumped as he yelled, but took off for her materials. Sam quickly determined what he would need to do to close the wound, cursing the lack of available stitching material. Instead, he would have to wrap it tight enough to stanch the bleeding slightly, but not enough to cut blood flow off to Tony's head entirely. It was going to be tricky, there were so many blood vessels in the center of mass...
Fluttershy returned with a handful of herbs and two rolls of bandages. "What do these do?"
"Well, um, this one helps with clotting, and this one with pain. If you absolutely HAVE to, use this one and it will help increase his blood production. The magic in it helps him produce red blood cells and plasma, it won't stop the bleeding, but he'll last longer."
Sam nodded, "Do I just crush them and rub them in?"
"These two, yes."
Sam nodded again, impressed, but wasted no time in using two of the herbs before wrapping the neck and chest wound as tightly as he dared. He waited several minutes before noticing the bandage turning red, at which point he switched it.
Tony was bleeding out fast, and Sam made a quick trip upstairs to examine the wreckage. There was a disturbingly large puddle of blood mixing with the rain coming through the window. Sam took one more look at the mess before returning downstairs to his friend, finding nothing that might help him.
"Fluttershy, how do I use this herb?" He asked, holding up the third plant.
"Are you absolutely sure? It might make him bleed out faster, if he hasn't already scabbed enough."
Sam debated for a split second, thinking about the amount of shiny red fluid on the upstairs floor. "Yes. He needs it that badly."
"Just get him to eat it and it'll start working immediately."
Sam cursed, he would have to bring Tony back to consciousness if he were to eat it. He could force it down his throat, but risked choking the boy. He gave it a moment's thought, then grabbed a bowl sitting on the coffee table. He crushed the herb to a powder in his hands and placed it in the bowl, then opened the door and filled it with water.
"Fluttershy, tilt his head back."
She gave him a worried look, but lifted Tony slightly, leaning him into her shoulder; then tilted his head back with her hooves. The unconscious mass's head lolled side to side. Sam knelt in front of Tony, slowly dripping the contents of the bowl into his mouth. Tony sputtered and coughed a few times, but the bowl was soon empty.
Sam picked Tony up and carried him outside, setting him down so that the rain fell onto his bare chest. It was now, as Sam was removing the bandages, that he noticed the muscles the boy had. Every inch of the kid was a bulging, solid mass of muscle. He wasn't huge, but he was in good shape.
Sam shook thoughts of how the kid would keep in such shape when he was so lazy from his mind, focusing on removing the bandages. As they came off, the blood left was quickly washed away by the rain. Tony sat unmoving, still unconscious. The rain washed away the blood, but also revealed the damage beneath. It looked deep, but clean and straight. He was lucky that the rain was relatively warm.
Sam waited until he saw no foreign color outside Tony's gash, then brought him back inside. It had only taken a full two minutes. After having Cat run several tests, he found that, rather than producing more blood, it had stanched the bleeding entirely. He made a note not to tell Fluttershy she was wrong unless the situation rose again, as he figured it would probably hurt her more than help her. Fluttershy looked up as he entered, and came closer wearing a worried look.
"It's alright, he's fine."
She breathed a sigh of relief and started applying more herbs to the gash after Tony had been placed on the couch. It was huge, extending from just under his left jugular down to the bottom of his rib cage on his right. She shuddered to think what it would have done if it had been an inch higher or lower. When the medicines had been applied, she wrapped the wound again, more to keep it from being disturbed than anything else. She sat back and examined her work, satisfied.
She turned to find Sam sitting in a corner, helmet still on. She watched silently; even when he was sleeping, (That's what she thought he was doing) Sam looked threatening.
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, making her jump. She squeaked and huddled into Tony, hiding as best she could from the loud noise. Tony stirred, raising his arm over her. She huddled up to Tony and quickly fell asleep.