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You run up to the man on the ground and kneel beside him. He looks up through an expression of pain and says, "please help me. My leg."

"You're Brad, right? Ok, I am going to check your leg to see how bad it is."

You rip open his pant leg to find a badly bruised thigh and shin with no signs of broken bones or deep cuts on the top. It bleeds from several areas, mostly from some kind of wound under his left thigh. You attempt to move him to inspect the wound, but he cries out in pain and pushes your hands away.

"There's a first aid kit in my office. Bottom drawer. Please... need something for the pain. Stop the bleeding."