Wyatt gave him his minute, flipping open the little medicine box and digging out the small bundle of thread and the needle. There wasn't near enough supplies to tend Guy's back the way it aught have been, but he'd do what he could.

It took a moment more to thread the needle, but then he reached over and gave the young man's shoulder a pat as he leaned over him.

"Steady, son."

Then, starting with the deepest of the wounds, he began to sew.