Back in the basement, right after the Meanies left and the coast was clear, Webby crawls from the vent she hid in, having watched it all. She checks on Boone, who is lying in a small pool of blood, but is still alive and conscious. She starts to tend to him, such causing the pain to intensify.
"Kid... I thought I told you to go..."
"And leave you to die!? No way! You are coming with me..."
"Kid, I'm bleeding out. I'll just slow you down..." As he grabs his wound, groaning in pain.
Webby spots a first aid kit and some cloths, gets them, starts to apply pressure using the cloths as she gets bandages out.
"Kid, that won't do a thing for this. Multiple stab wounds close together, one of which had the blade twisted. The damage is too much to just bandage! We need medical supplies..."
"Then we have to get you to the hospital!" As she tries to slow the bleeding.
"Kid, the hospital is too far away. There isn't time..."
"I'm not letting you die!" Webby argues, on the verge of tears of this person who saved her life at least twice.
Boone sighs and relents. "You wanna help me? There is a med kit in the Clan vehicle. If you can get me there, there should be enough to patch me up. Alright?"
"Fine. Just let me slow the bleeding..." As Webby tightly wraps the wound with bandages, causing Boone to wince. She then helps him up and to the vent.
Boone groans in pain the entire way, holding onto the wound, blood having quickly seeped through the bandages. But soon, they get outside and to the vehicle, as Webby drags him inside and lays him down, gets the medical kit, which is more like a crate, as instructed, and starts to tend to him. Fortunately, part of her training had been medical.
Webby puts on a pair of surgical gloves, and removes his vest and lifts his shirt before removing the makeshift gauze, getting a better look at the wound. It was really bad. The wounds cris-crossed, and the last one twisting had torn it open into an at least one inch wide hole. She gets out a bottle of distilled water and pours it on the wound to rinse off the blood. She stems the bleeding enough that the area is clean. She then gets out a bottle of disinfecting alcohol. "Okay, this is going to hurt... A lot..." As she pours it on the wound, Boone almost screaming out in agony.
"Guh! Fuck!" Boone winces in pain at the stinging as Webby holds him down so he doesn't start the bleeding back up. As she then gets out some gauze, is stopped. "Woah, kid, you can't just cover the wound. It's too large and deep! If I even breathe too hard it'll start bleeding again! I don't even think stitches alone are enough, not if I am going back in with you." Boone says, the look he gives saying 'and I AM going back in with you, end of discussion'.
"Then, what do I do?" She asks quizzically, understanding she cannot do this alone.
Boone sighs. "You need to cauterize it. Stitch it all shut, then cauterize every last bit of it..." As he tells her about a cauterizing iron in the crate.
Webby is shocked somewhat at the extreme suggestion, but understands there really is no other choice. She gets a surgical needle and thread, and stitches the wound shut. Boone winces as he feels every single time the needle enters. Normally this is done with anesthetic, but there was no time. He had to endure it. Once it was all sewn shut, she got the cauterizing iron kit, which looked was meant to deal with sealing amputation wounds -looking like a sort of glorified clothes iron- and is about to use it, but Boone stops her again.
"Before you do that. Two things. One, I need to bite down on something..."
"What? Why?" Webby asks confused.
"Because I will scream from the pain of that. And everyone will hear it because I'll be screaming bloody murder. And two, I will pass out from the pain, so you need to wake me up once you are done. Got it?"
Webby nods, finds a cloth for him to bite down on, rolling it into a 'log' of sorts and putting it in his mouth, and, after a nod from Boone, presses the iron on to the wound area firmly.
He hit the seat with a free fist. "Ghh! Fhhhhhhkkkk!" Boone's body shakes as he bites down on the rolled up cloth, screaming in absolute agony into it, swearing as he clenches his fist, and right as Webby finishes, he passes out cold.
Webby sighs as she puts the iron away, looking at the burned closed area. It didn't look pretty, being easily a large second degree burn, and no doubt will hurt for a while, but it will heal. She applies a pain relieving and antibiotic burn cream to the area, and uses clean gauze to cover it up, wrapping medical bandages around his midsection to hold them on firm, but not painfully or dangerously tight. She sits him up and tries talking, shaking, and slapping him awake, to no avail. She then gets smelling salts out, which work instantly.
"Gah!" Boone pants, still in pain. "Oh! Fuck!" He grabs his bandaged wound. "Ugh, that's going to be sore for a while. Good job kid." He nods at her approvingly.
Webby nods as she packs the remaining stuff up. "Thanks. Granny had me trained in field medicine as a precaution."
"Good thing she did, otherwise I'd be a dead man..." He groans. He is dizzy from blood loss, and from the severe pain. "Hey, I think I also need some pain killers for the pain... And a transfusion. We have morphine and pills for the former, bags of blood substitute for the latter..."
Webby looks and finds them. She gives him a shot of morphine and a dose of painkillers, then puts him on a wide-bore IV drip of blood substitute. After all, they didn't have much time. She disposes of the needle and surgical gloves -properly- and tends to him, helping him rest as he gets better, giving him a bottle of water to drink. She then notices something. There is no blood staining any of his clothing. Not a drop. "Hey, how come your clothes don't have blood on them?"
"Oh, I had my clothes treated to be fluid repellent. Saves time with cleaning." He answers as he drinks some water.
"Huh... Did you do that expecting something like this to happen?" She asks quizzically, with a hint of suspicion.
He shrugs. "Kinda. Would have done it no matter what. I just don't like my clothes getting dirty, especially not bloody. In short, I did it because injuries are inevitable." He reasons.
"But, why worry? You can always change them later, right?" She reasons.
"Yeah, but unlike most people, I obsess over my appearance. I don't want to look like I just walked away from a murder. I gotta look presentable." He explains, drinking some more water.
"You are dressed like you are going to war..." Webby points out.
"Soldiers have to look good too.." He grins as he gets his strength back, looks at her. "And it never hurts if your enemies thought they killed you and don't even see a drop of blood on your clothes, despite the marks from where they shot or stabbed you. Messes with their minds..."
Webby rolls her eyes, but smiles as well, does find that reasonable, and humorous. She liked this guy. He was interesting. Odd. Semi-dark, but just misunderstood. A good fighter. And, well, he was nice.
He then realizes. "Oh crap! I almost forgot! I have to tell Mr McDuck!" As he pulls his phone out in a panic and makes the call. "Come on! Come on! Pick up!" He gets anxious as eventually someone answers. "Mr McDuck! We have an emergency! The Beagle Boys raided the dance and took everyone hostage... Yes even your family! Literally everyone with the exception of myself and the Webbigail... No, no cops! Not yet! We do that, the Beagles could hurt the hostages, or worse. We can't risk it... Where am I? I'm outside the building with Webbigail at my Clan's vehicle currently... They raided about thirty minutes ago... We've been at the vehicle for about twenty... I would have called sooner, but I had to get patched up by Webbigail here because a Beagle Boy NEARLY KILLED ME!" Boone explains, half-irate. "Look, just try and get here as quickly and discretely as possibly. Alright? I'll send a message to let you know when it is clear to call emergency services... Me? I'm going to do the job I promised, and protect everyone inside, especially your family. See you then..." As Boone hangs up, just about at suitable health. "So, Webbigail, you-"
"Please, call me Webby." Webby interjects.
"Okay, Webby, your honorary uncle, and I guess your grandmother, will be here in a bit, but I have no plans to just wait for them. Everyone is in danger NOW. Any ideas?" He asks as he heals.
"Well, we could always sneak back in. The vents seemed to work for getting around."
"But the place is crawling with Beagle Boys. And half the building has no power from them cutting the wires. How could we possibly-" As he sees Webby has already donned her NVG, and is holding her grappling hook. "Where did those come from?"
"Had 'em with me!"
"But, where did- I don't wanna know..." As he sits up, carefully removes the IV stuff and places an adhesive bandage on it. "That still doesn't answer how we get in. We can't exactly go in guns blazing, it'll alert the entire town, let alone the Beagle Boys."
"Leave that to me..." Webby grins.