>Lindsay: Do the first-aid thing.
Your brain more-or-less shuts off, going into full medical mode. You grab the first aid kit, kindly fetched by Chester's father while everybody was freaking out, and begin to work. You begin by removing Chester's lab coat and shirt, getting as good a look at the wound that you can. (If this was occuring under any other circumstances, you would be feeling exceptionally funny inside, and begin to suspect you were dreaming. As it is, it is far more probable that this is some sort of nightmare.)
Surprisingly, there isn't as much blood as you expected. This is only an initial guess, but it would appear as though by some insane luck the bullet passed right through without severing any major arteries. Nevertheless, you grab the clotting agent from the kit and apply it. Then, you prop him up against you and begin bandaging.
>Kaylyn: Do the helpy thing.
You really wish she wouldn't. You know she's only trying to help, but she's really only getting in the way.
You hit her. Hard. Square in the jaw.
Damn, that was satisfying.
You finish bandaging Chester while Kaylyn lies dazed on the floor.