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From Evil Intent:
The biggest concentration of pain was his head. Mostly, this was a result of taking the stocky end of a rifle to the face, but he couldn’t discount that the men arguing nearby were adding to the pain. He was ready to take another hit to the face if it would make them tone it down a little. The medic treating him, a young agent named Amy Lake was taping a bandage to the side of Harold’s head where blood had been pouring only minutes earlier. Between the handful of Ibuprofen and the shot of Lydocain she had given him to deaden the pain, he wasn’t in as much discomfort as before, but he was still a bit off balance. Thankfully, the ground had stopped spinning back and forth like some kind of weird carnival ride so he was able to stand up.