Ella exchanged her rifle for her saddlebags, then dashed in Bo's and Chris's shadows toward the rocks shielding Teddy and others.
When she got there, she was giggling, thinking, "Wearing normal women's clothing is no fun at all."
The sight of Teddy, unconscious and waxy-complexioned, and the amount of blood around his leg sobered her up fast.
He was alive, but the pulse in his neck was weak, and the pulse in his wrist could not be detected. She stuck a needle in his arm, to be able to give him fluid.
Dr. Bill had improved the bottles of sterile salt water to make it easier for the contents to be run into a patient's veins. There wasn't anywhere to hang the bottle, to let gravity do the work, but Dr. Bill had provided a hand pump.
"Chris, work this little pump until the bottle is empty or I tell you to stop," Ella ordered. Once that was started, she cut the clothes away from the leg wound. It looked like a bullet had nicked the big artery, but Teddy, or someone, had been able to apply enough pressure to keep Teddy from bleeding out completely.
Ella grabbed one of the other scouts, "You, press here, hard, until I tell you to let up."
She stitched the artery. "Okay, let go for now," she ordered, watching the seam for leakage. It was holding, so she finished cleaning and dressing the wound. before checking Teddy for any other wounds. His pulse was a little stronger with the salt water added to his remaining blood. She'd give him the whole bottle and then consider whether to give him a second.
A great flurry of hoofbeats announced the arrival of the soldiers while Ella was tending the other wounds the scouts had suffered. Once the soldiers had cleared the area of hostiles, Ella was able to check on those who hadn't made it into cover.