Kyle shrieks. He runs forward with a complete lack of grace, nearly tripping over himself in his hurry to get to Quentin. "You bastard!" he yells as he skids to his knees and clumsily yanks his jacket off.

First aid. Okay. He took first aid when he was a camp counselor in high school for a few summers. Yes. Don't remove the object. Apply pressure to the wound.

Kyle bends over and presses his jacket to Quentin's body, near tears but determined not to let him die.

"You're gonna be okay, dude, you're gonna be okay," he says breathlessly.