Balthier slowly and shakily got to his feet. [sub]"Where is that medic when you need him..."[/sub] he muttered to himself, his voice weakly and trembling. Although the wounds were small, they were numerous and deep. Deciding he needed to get healed up before going into shock, wich judging by the way his body was shaking, would be soon, Balthier reached into one of the pouches and pulled out a potion. After pulling the cork out, Balthier gulped the blue liquid down and tossed the empty bottle over the side of the deck. He hissed in pain as the metal fragments began being forced out, occasionally making a gush of blood squirt out of the wounds. Once all of the farments had left his body, the wounds began healing. Unpleasant.