Samuel Bryant
Sam blinked as he and Kenleigh were coupled together for an instant in the new woman, Ryan's eyes. He had to force himself to clench his jaw as tightly as possible to avoid bursting out in laughter at the display the woman put on. She seemed a little twisted and completely unafraid of the implications her words were to bring on, if any. Thank God... he thought. A twisted and completely messed up sense of humor was a highly underrated thing...
Sam's finger went to his ear as the higher pitched denial of Kenleigh's statement left a small ringing in his ear, and a small 'hmph' escaped him. You could do a lot worse you know... Even at the thought, Sam really looked at the girl for the first time. She was definitely younger than he was by more than a couple years, most likely about as young as his sister had been when she... Sam shook his head slightly, abolishing any thoughts of his sister to keep the unpleasant reminders away.
Snapping back to the present time, he was reminded that the woman was still standing there with an open wound on her finger. Years ago, Sam would have thrown a band-aid on his siblings cuts after cleaning it out and not worry about it anymore. Wash it regularly and make sure they didn't pick at it. Now, however, a cut could kill you just as easily as a bullet. And more painfully too... He pulled his still damp gloves off his hands and rummaged through his pack, ignoring everything else that was going on. Explaining what he was doing was probably a great idea, but Sam really didn't feel the need, and knelt down to pull a small plastic bag from one of the many pockets in his pack. Closing up the pocket, he tugged on one of the zippers to bring out one of his freshly boiled bottle of water. Walking over to Ryan, really not caring about the weapons on her person, he opened the tiny plastic bag to reveal the many miscellaneous serving packets he had found anywhere and everywhere he could. Soy sauce, mustard, ketchup, mayonnaise, pepper, salt, and many more...
Picking through the packets, he found one he was looking for and read the clear word 'Honey' on the front of the tiny package. The next item he searched for brought a small sigh to his lips when he noticed only two small cloves left from the last garlic bulb he had. Pulling the cloves apart, he tucked one back into his plastic bag and dropped the in his hand and held it and the honey packet out to Ryan. "Eat these raw," he said as he began rummaging through his bag again to pull out the, very minuscule, sewing kit he had. "You two can talk about guns all you want while we take care of this," he gestured to the bit of blood trickling off Ryan's hand. "The garlic and honey will help fight off any infections, but the longer you let this sit, the worse it's going to get."