I holds the sponge tight to the wound, and wince at the stinging effect of the soap.
I slide over to the wall (far from the window) to prop myself into a sitting position, and gently test the sharp piece of metal unfortunately embedded in my chest. "Listen, if she doesn't have a first aid kit, try looking around for a lighter or something. We'll need to pull this thing out and cauterize the wound before I die. I'm Jeremy, by the way. Who're you?"