"Tape. Got it. Tape." Cedric has a clear goal. That helps. He shakily stands and begins his search, racing here and there and everywhere. Under a big mess, amidst some rubble, he fishes out a meager roll of tape.

He brings it down and starts tearing pieces, holding them over the bag and Howard's wound with a questioning glance. Here?

At least his hands are shaking here and not during the delicate part of the operation.