Carol, help me get this off of her. I can't work with this shirt in the way." Hank Allen barked at her as he started to untied the binds that Daryl had put in place, sliding the torn sleeves from the young woman’s body. His handsome face was a mask of pure concentration as he eyeballed the injury to his patient’s side. “We’ve got to get her cleaned up first. All this dirt, we're just looking at an infection otherwise.