>>5836457“...T-thanks.” Maeve says between gritted teeth, one hand gripping at her chest and a rapidly spreading dark stain there. She spits on the mangled body, but even that spiteful display sends her wincing in pain again, “Agh - Jan you stupid fucking gonk, why didn’t you stay at the camp?”
Must’ve known the dead raffen then - not the time to ask about it though.
“You took a hit.” You say, moving to Maeve’s side, you eyes catching stubbornly on her heaving chest for a moment as you look to the nearby wound - agh, gonk hormones and adrenaline, not <span class="mu-i">now</span> that’s seriously fucked up - “How bad is it?”
“I don’t know, it fucking burns though. Never had it this ba- Agh, god damn!” She cries out again as she pulls herself into a better sitting position, pushing right through the pain but clearly far from immune to it. She lifts her hand from the wound, crimson staining her fingers and palm, “...Pass a choom an airhypo? I’m leaking like an old Hella…”
>”...Cannon, you have a medkit back here? Maeve took a bullet, it looks bad!” Search the bed of the Thorton for a trauma airhypo, there has to be one back here with all the supplies. If it isn't expired an airhypo can stop some pretty horrifying bleeding, even help kickstart real healing.>”Yo, Cannon - Maeve got shot, we need a ripper!” Air-hypos and other first aid drugs are fine and all, medical tech is pretty nova these days, but a hit like this might need a real doctor… or at least a street doctor.>Write-in? 