Her body was weak and still incapacitated, but somehow a little silver parachute floated down next to the woman from Two and settled down just within reach. Using her mobile right arm, she unscrewed the lid to find a first aid kit and a shot of what was labeled as adrenaline. Still lightheaded and delirious from the events prior, it was all she could do to plunge the needle into her thigh and let it find its way into her bloodstream. A few moments passed before Izara began to feel the effects of the boost of adrenaline course through her body, but it was more immediate and affective than that of the tea she had earlier. 

Now, with just enough energy to do so, she stood still slightly off-balance and was able to unlock her door and lock it behind her again before falling to the ground. Izara pushed the backpack away and opened the medical kit to begin treating her wounds. 

After first placing a morphine tablet on her tongue and letting the horrible taste spread throughout her mouth, she opened the rubbing alcohol and soaked one of the gauze sponges thoroughly before pressing it against her jaw wound. At some point before passing out, the knife had been dislodged and the blood had poured from the wound on her face and the gauze both soaked up the blood and killed the bacteria that had probably begun to form. After her jaw stopped bleeding, Izara used her right hand again to cover it in antiseptic cream and then a bandage and secure it tight enough to keep out any pesky infection. Looks like avoiding the murky water is a must now.

After treating the most immediate wound, Izara fed off her adrenaline shot to maneuver her body in a way that made her wounded shoulder reachable. The angle was uncomfortable, but the morphine and adrenaline were enough to keep her conscious through the pain that was still very present. Using the alcohol soaked gauze again, Izara pressed onto the wound and bit her tongue as imaginary flames licked at her skin. It felt as though a hot poker was being held against her flesh and just dragged back and forth to increase pain. Once the pain subsided somewhat she decided the wound was as clean as it would get and covered that in a bandage too after placing a hefty amount of antiseptic cream on the destroyed skin. Thankfully, her right hand was always the one she preferred.

Her midsection was still bleeding profusely, so she went to address that wound as well the same as she had her shoulder. And it hurt like a bitch.

Now, onto the wrist wound that had been giving her shit the entire time. She followed the same procedure with that wound and slapped a bandage on it as well. By that point her head was beginning to fog up again and exhaustion and blood loss continued to take its toll on her body. 

By the time she regained consciousness, it was the middle of the afternoon and though her injuries were still throbbing with pain most of the paralytic and hallucinogens had worn off enough for her to gather her bearings and head back out to the arena. No one was about to see Izara give up because some asshole couldn’t follow through with her death.