Shelton gaped. "You're a medic? Then do I have a job for you!" He stepped out of the way, giving Vic a glimpse of Werner. "We've got two direct ballistic wounds in each knee, and a dermal laceration on the left shoulder, and to treat it, I only have," he squinted into the pouch, "a small bottle of iodine, a vial of what looks like alcohol, water proof bandages, cotton, and a makeshift tourniquet." He looked at Vic. "Well, MacGyver, take it away."