"Sure, we'll help," Sho said, not at all sure of how to help someone who had just had his eye gouged out. He hoped Hiroki or Takako had better ideas. He knelt beside Yutaka. He wasn't sure why he was doing something so suicidal as giving the others advantages over him. He looked through his pack. Not the assigned pack, but his personal items. He brought out a flask of whiskey.
"I'm glad they didn't confiscate this," he commented. He was also glad that his father owned a bar and potent alchohol was rather easy to come by.
"Have any of you come accross better disinfectant?" he asked,"well, this could probably dull the pain."