"I've got raining in this stuff, remember i'm ski patrol."
He uncaps the liquid, a strong alchohol smell filling the air around him. He takes a small gulp than pours the rest over his wound.
"One for me, one for the pot, got to clean it...."
Grimaces as the clear liquid runs off pink, small peices of rock swirling out as well.
"Now that it's clean, we seal it up... this is what the shot of alchohol was for..."
Threads the needle and peirces it through his skin, then pushes it through the other side of the cut.
"Hold the cut closed, please..."