"-High pain tolerance?" Jenn suggests. "Does it look like the muscles and tendons are severed? You'd be surprised what people can work through."

"Your collarbone's shattered. The muscles and tendons over and around it are badly torn."

"...It doesn't feel that bad. And like. Not in an 'adrenaline is a hell of a drug' way."

She manages to hold pressure on whichever artery's spurting for long enough that it kind of stops. Or maybe it's out of blood. Still, Bina retracts bloody fingers, then shifts to trying to stop the rest of the bleeding.

"It looks that bad, and we can't find medical supplies easily - there might be some in the bin but I'm hesitant to move around what're probably time machines on top of all it. And I didn't know if Bina'd need more medical advice, but if you're not dying - I might go help with looking in the houses."

"Pretty sure if I was going to die, I'd be dead by now."

"I doubt stitches would hurt."

"...Possibly quite literally."

Jenn chuckles at her own words.

She quirks an eyebrow, while Bina mutters 'not funny.'

"I'll leave you to the hopefully not dying, then," she says, and starts her search.

Jenn sobers at little at Bina's words. "I'm gonna be okay, Bina," she says. "Although I was worried earlier that I'd go out as anti-climactically as my previous iterations."

She appears to be sniffling a bit.

"-Hey. Hey. Damnit- Bina, c'mere, let me hug you."

"Gotta keep pressure on it..." she mutters, but does look like someone who really needs a hug.

"No see, if you come around here, you can pull against the wound rather than push. You can still keep pressure up."

She leans in, kind of awkwardly rearranging herself to still keep a continual pressure.

Jenn hugs her. "Are you okay? Things get...hazy. After that thing hit me."

"It didn't catch us. Elizabeth got me out then distracted it, so I could go back to you. She got it away then came back. Then we traveled - here."

"I'm glad you're okay. Makes this worth it."

"You're - really badly hurt, that's not - "

Jenn hugs her tighter. "I'm alive. And you and Elizabeth are gonna get me stitched up and I'll be fine."

"You're not allowed to die."

Jenn's quiet for a moment, and then kisses Bina's hair. "I'll do my best not to."

She blushes, not that it's super visible. "You better," she grumbles.

"I promise." Those aren't words she uses lightly.

Nod. (She believes her.)