PILAR WORDLESSLY NODDED AS she fumbled through the supplies surrounding them -- eventually remembering the location of the gauze she had just made use of. she could see it in the other woman's eyes, the feeling of helplessness that was festering in her own bones. jackson was falling apart, and there were too many raiders for her to stop them all on her own. death had become all too familiar with the lives of the innocent, around people she loved. and if this woman could help them -- pilar knew what she had to do. they both had a job to do.
" i'm alright. a couple bruises and a cut on my arm. nothing i can't handle.. " she murmurs, taking a sheet in her mouth and ripping it with her teeth with a splint on one hand and a collection of gauze and alcohol in the other. it felt selfish, talking about herself when she had the luxury of holding her own. she had always possessed the tendency to put others before herself and always would. " we need to clean it. " pilar eventually speaks again, realizing she hasn't been clear enough at the moment. " your stomach. we need to clean the wound. can i.. can i see it? "
Gemma could feel the tension, the fear, the focus on surviving oozing out of the woman before her. The familiar feelings that Gemma had within herself and was sure that was flooding in others as well. Right now, they were each other's company and reliance of making it through the night alive.
She watched as Pilar was moving quicker than she could process. The blood loss and the pain fogged her mind but she did her best to stay awake. To focus. Nodding, Gemma lifted her shirt with her good hand, clenching her jaw at the sight of it. "I need you to do me a favor." she started. "After this, i need you to help me find any survivors in the hospital that needs treatment. I cant do it alone."















