I'm a little panicky about it now, but it's ridiculous how calm I seemed during this. I helped in getting her into a recovery position before she woke, grabbed the first aid kit, applied dressing to the injury, told the girl's guardian to put pressure on the gash as she wasn't reacting well to her fainting, called 999, remembered work's address and phone number (can you do that, Asti? Simon may offer pop quizzes on this in the future, so best see if you do know), got the girl to put a cold paper towel (well, bit of toilet roll - it was all we had - professionallism ahoy!) on her head to cool her down, and all was sorted out fairly well.
Cleaning up the little patch of blood on the floor was infinitely harder for me to achieve, oddly. Not ordinarily that good with blood.
I didn't enjoy that at all. And it won't change Dean's opinion about the humidity of the shop, I reckon. I mean, Simon knows it gets too hot, but the odds of Dean spending money on A/C are so low they're negative.