Simon pats. "I dont think I can get back up." He winces. "Damn it!"

Shanks looks at the girl. "We need to get him some help, he seems to be in pain."

Martins eyes fill with tears. "Bring her back!"

She nods. "Okay. One of us will go get you help." She said. "You think?" She said looking at Shanks.

Trish looks down at the boy. She hated the look in his eyes. She ducks around Andrew and got down next to Brenda. She listened for breathing and felt for it. She kept counting. She gave her two rescue breaths and felt for a pulse.

Andrew wanted to yank Trish away from Brenda by her hair. He stormed off the bus hating her for letting that shot do something to her... Hating himself for letting anything happen to her ever.

Shanks smiles. "I honestly don't know who is the doctor here or who is just a random person." He looks to Simon. "We could try to carry him."

Kay felt like she was holding the group back. She sighs. Yasa would not care to go away for sometime, he had never really liked the group. She goes to the cell next to her and takes his hand. "We need to leave, they aren't going to make it even if we do stay." The boy nods. Together they slip out the back and away from the group.

Alexie makes his way back to the group, his heart sinking. He felt bad for what he had done, not really meaning to. He comes to the bus, seeing that the girl was dead. He gags then throws up.

Daryl laughs with Carol. "We should get back, they will need us." He puts his arm around her shoulder. They had gone off the find some things to make the group feel better.

She shruged.. "Me neither. We probably could..."

Trish hears the man walk in then go back out. She continues rescue breaths as her count reaches 100 she started panicking a bit. "Come on girl... I know you can pull through this..." She said as she returned to the breaths. She jumped up when she felt Brenda coughing. She waited for her to stop and she was breathing. Trish put her head on the floor. "Thank god..."

"Is ther something we can push him in? It is hard to pick up anything with on hand." He smiles.

Martin goes out side. He did not want anyone else to die. He sits on the steps of the prison crying.

Miles was sitting there. He watches the boy cry. He wraps an arm around him. "What's the matter kid?" But the boy only cries harder into the mans nasty shirt.

She shrugged. "You're welcome to look around for something."

Brenda's eyes open a little but they looked blank. "M-margo?" Margo smiled and hugged her. "Don't scare me like that!" She yelled at her. Brenda looked around unfocused. "Where's Martian?" She asked her voice small as she tried to sit up.

Trish smiled. "He's outside. Want me to go get him for you?" She asked relieved she was alright.

Shanks looks around finding a wheele chair with a dead guy in it. "Think we can get that dead guy out to put Simon in the chair?"

She nods. "Why wouldn't someone be able to?" She asked then felt stupid for asking. "Oh right..." She walked over to it and tilted it forward slightly, making the guy fall out of it.

Trish waited and watched the frail girl nod weakly at her question as she leaned back down to lay down. Trish's smile faded a little with the thought of how she still wasn't quite out of the woods yet. She saw Martin by the steps and sat down next to him waiting for either him or the man who was comforting him to notice her.

Shanks smiles. "Ok now help me get his in the chair." Although he did not show it he felt useless.

Miles looks at her. "Any idea what made the boy cry?"

She nodded and picked it up bringing it over to him. She locked the wheels and grabbed Simon's arm.

Trish nodded. "Yes. And I know what will make him smile." She touched Martin's arm. "Brenda woke up, she's still in bad shape but she's getting better. She wanted me to get you."