"I think this might be a job for two, then." Morgan snapped open his case of acupuncture needles as he stepped up, though he didn't move to pull any out yet. "I can handle the blood loss and -- well, tell me what you want to handle, let me put it that way," he said sidelong to Faiza.

His fingers twitched on the case, but he held himself back till he got the okay. Too many cooks and broth, after all.