[b]As she reached into my pockets, I felt her grab the healing powder out of my left coat pocket, and my bottles of bitter drink from my right. Stuff worked miracles, healing wounds up pretty quick.[/b] "Ah, see that stuff in the little sacks? Rub it in the wound. Give me the stuff in bottles." [b]I reach up to my dog tag, and bring it to my mouth. I bite down on it. This would hurt.[/b]