Shoot the dog

God, this dude was out. He needed every bit of medical attention he could get. The hesitant chunk of him said to take him to the Caldera, where he could operate on him, but the smart part of him said
HEEEEEEEELLLLLL NAAAAAWWWWW,
called him an idiot, and forced him into medical mentality.

Examining the wound, he ignored the request for poppy seeds, knowing how pain could make a lupine delusional.
And apparently, suicidal.
There were definitely arteries torn, but it seemed as if only one was completely torn. The others were mildly ripped, but otherwise, unharmed.
As for the muscle, nerve damage was blatant and any fool could see whoever savaged his leg had done it with no mercy. Under the mass of bloodied meat, he couldn't even tell if the bone was broken or not.

"Alright, dude, I'm gonna go snag some shit for ya, I need you to not black out, alright? Focus on the pain. It'll keep you awake. Stay. Awake."

Hell, last thing he needed was the patient slipping into a coma, or just dying.
Summoning the acceleration he could from his lean and athletic fours, the golden pelted teen sped from this place to that, combing the woods, brushing the forest, and scouring the Wilds for medical utilities. Underneath the rotten logs, he got the proper shrooms that would place his patient to sleep, a sort of slumber inducing fungus, along with webs, dried pieced of dead wood, the seemingly last bundle of milkweed, and a wad of spiderwebs he had come across on the way back.

The doctor-to-be raced back, not even exhausted from the run, but pumped to help the dying wolf.

"Here dude, eat these. It'll give you a nice warm place away from the pain for a few hours."

Ashton placed the blue capped fungal growth by the dagger like jaws of his patient, shaking him, attempting to wake him up to take the meds.

"Cmon bro, take the shrooms. "