Molly leans Clovis down, his face pale and his eyes fluttering. She holds up his arm, which is torn up by not one, but many bullet wounds.
She goes to speak but grabs her side and gasps.
Darren lowers a small bag from his shoulder, but shakes his head at Fiona.
"I don't have anything."
(Yay :D back on track!)
Claire turned down an alley, where she sat down in a darkened corner. I'm not allowed to have Henry get in their way… She hugged her knees to her chest, resting her head. ….I give up…
Fiona nodded "It's ok, Molly, are you alright?" She takes Clovis' arm gently and sets it down on the strip of cloth, examining it to make sure that nothing important was damaged.
Molly nods, taking her jacket off and tying it tightly around her torso.
"I'll be fine." She coughs.
She examines Clovis arm, the cloth it lies on already soaked with blood.
"No, Molly. Lay down next to Clovis, you are next." Fiona said, ripping part of her pant leg off and tying it tightly around Clovis' arm to slow the bleeding.
Tears leaked out of her eyes. Why am I such a coward?…. I should've helped… But… I'm as useless as nothing…. Claire's arms coated in goosebumps as a draft blew through, and she shuddered. I deserve nothing that they do for being like this….
(Whisper, you can make App go talk to Claire or something if ya want)(She needs a friend)
Molly shakes her head and helps stop Clovis' bleeding.
"Hang in there." She mutters to him under her breath.
Darren stands.
"I, um, I'll go get disinfectant and all from the place you're staying. Where might that be?"
Molly points the direction she came from.
"Two left turns."
(Yooos she need a shoulder to cry on ;o;)
(Grace is showering, so I'm on pause :P)
(Okey)
Fiona glared at Molly "Lay. Down." She said as she focused on Clovis' arm.
Molly growls.
"Laying down wont help. Pressure will. I don't think the bullet hit anything important."
(All Claire is doing is crying alone, so… I'll just sorta…. Yyyyyeheh.)
(Yeah, I thought Whisper was on. Sorry)
Fiona sighed and shook her head "I don't want you to die Molly..please just lay down and stop arguing." she pressed her hands over a bullet wound on Clovis' arm and waited for Darren.
Darren burst into Conner's room.
"Um, hello. Sorry." He picks up a bag and rummages through it before swinging it over his shoulder.
"I need this, thank you."
Molly sits back and rubs the blood off of the corners of her mouth.
"Fine."
Fiona nodded "Thank you," She said quietly, all her attention on trying to stop Clovis from bleeding to death.
Clovis sighs under his breath, but reality returns to him.
"I'm sorry…" He quietly states.
"For what?" She said quickly, happy that he could still talk.
He gasps a bit before speaking again.
"You shouldn't have to be taking care of me." His voice cracks a bit and he softly coughs.
Fiona shook her head and looked around for Darren "Clovis, we are part of a team, I won't just let you die. Or you Molly." She smiled weakly at him and sighed "Don't talk anymore, you need to save your energy."
Clovis gives a weak smile.
"Alright, thanks."
Darren dashes back handing Fiona the disinfectant.
"I have gauze too"
She nodded and took them gratefully, "thanks Darren, you are awesome." She looked Clovis in the eyes slowly "This is going to hurt." She said softly, putting some disinfectant on the wounds and holding Clovis' arm stii as best she could.
Clovis looks to the side blankly, no reacting to the pain. Molly watches closely.
Darren smiles, sitting beside her and spreading out the rest of the stuff he brought.