Despite her reckless childhood, May had never really been injured, never broken a bone, never gotten stitches. No, Collin was the one who always ended up hurt. She trusted Will well enough, he had a medical background, he seemed to know what he was doing, but still... stitches? Here on the sandy beach while she was still awake? She did not like the idea of that. The saline hadn't been so bad, it her whole leg was more of a dull ache than anything, which by now she barely felt. Even the shot, to numb it, barely registered in her clouded mind.

The water proved further distraction, she gulped it down, finishing off half of the bottle before she could stop herself. A moan escaped her, her throat enjoying the cool water, easing the soreness from the salt that felt like it was still caked with. It took all her remaining will power to cap the bottle and set it down beside her, still half full. She might need it later...

"Just... be quick." She muttered, turning away and closing her eyes. She wasn't one for blood and guts and the likes. She felt him cleaning it, then a bit of pressure as he began with the needle. "Oh, that's not so..." She wasn't able to finish, she had dared a glance, and one look at the needle through her skin and she was out, collapsing back into the sand.