BACK AT THE CRASH
The sun is completely gone. The entire sky has turned to night.
Shadow walked over to the edge of the room to look at how Hawking is doing. Inside the room are Hawking still on the table, Cyrus, and Mina.
CYRUS: You got to take over for me. Both hands.
Mina pressed both of her hands on Hawking's wounded leg. Cyrus walked out of the room up to Shadow. He took a deep breath and spoke to Shadow.
CYRUS: It's the femoral artery, but I can't see it, which means that it's retracted up into the pelvis… *pause* which means that I have to find it and clamp it. It's the only way to stop the bleeding. I got no more IV's. I'm going to need you to assist. Okay?
Shadow nodded his head.
SHADOW: Yeah. Yeah.
CUT TO TABLE
Hawking is still lying on the table. Cyrus is stand on Hawking's right side and Shadow is on his left. Antoine is standing at the end of the table close to his head and Mina is at the other end close to his feet.
CYRUS: Now, listen, Hawking, I got to do something and it's going to hurt. Okay? I got to cause you more pain, but I have to do it to help you. All right. You understand?
HAWKING: Morphine.
CYRUS: I can't. It'll lower your heart rate too far. I'm sorry. *to Antoine* Here, Antoine, why don't you take his hands there.
Antoine grabs onto Hawking's hands. Cyrus handed Shadow an operation clamp.
CYRUS: *to Shadow* I need you to hold the wound open and keep pressure on the top of the leg. *to Mina* Mina, you're going to take the feet and a flashlight.
Shadow put the clamp in his teeth. Cyrus and Shadow moved their faces and hands closer to Hawking's wound.
CYRUS: On my count. All right, Hawking. All right.
Hawking began whimpering and started tightening his muscles.
CYRUS: One… two… three!
Cyrus and Shadow forcefully pried open Hawking's bullet wound, making it larger! Blood spurted out of the wound like crazy! Mina pointed the flashlight at the wound as Cyrus dug his hands deep into Hawking's leg!
Hawking screamed and screamed like crazy! He laid his head back and froze from all of the pain.
CYRUS: Wait, wait, wait. Okay. I feel it. I feel the pulse. I got it. It got it. It got it. Yeah. I got it. It got it. Clamp.
Shadow took the clamp from his teeth, places his fingers between the two loops and began to clamp whatever Cyrus has in his hands.
SHADOW: I got it clamped. Hold it. I got it. Here, grab it.
CYRUS: I got it!
SHADOW: It's tearing!
CYRUS: I got it!
SHADOW: Doc, it's going back in!
CYRUS: Hold it! Hold it!
Shadow held it tighter. Cyrus grabbed the artery and he ripped it right out!
CYRUS: Okay, get out, get out. Hold the wound.
SHADOW: Okay, I'm holding.
CYRUS: Move your hands.
Cyrus and Shadow closed the wound up and held it tightly. Once the wound was closed, Shadow turned his head and closed his eyes tightly. He took a deep breath of fresh air and almost threw up.
SHADOW: What?
Cyrus shook his head sadly. He continued putting pressure on the wound. Hawking slowly opened his eyes. He wondered what happened.
HAWKING: Fixed it?
There was a small pause. Shadow smiled and looked at Hawking.
SHADOW: Yeah, yeah. We got it.
Hawking sighed in relief.