Ania kept her hands on Zeck's bullet wound. " T-thoughs damn people! Do they want to kill everyone before the zombies do!? " tears started streaming down Ania's face. She liked Zeck as a friend, though she knew him for a short time she liked him...though he was irritating sometimes.
Ania grabbedthe bottom of her top and ripped some off, tieing the strip of cloth around his wound. " S-stay there... " Ania said.
Zeck groaned in response.
Ania got up and ran up the stairs, she spotted the girl who had shot Zeck. " Damn you! " she shouted, raising her bat. " You want to kill everyone before the zombies do?! Well you doing a good damn job at it! " Ania screamed at her. She wanted to run over and bash the girl's head in, make her feel Zeck's pain right now.

( Your gonna kill Zeck Sarah T-T )

Avia began crying even harder. "I didn't mean to. My finger slipped." she said and wlaked into the bathroom opening the box with all the medical equipment. "Let me help... please." She begged. She hoped she could make this right.

((There's a huge bag of medical supplies right next to
Tartarus bounded in. "Oh damn them. How's Conner? Why's he blacked out? And you've got asthma!" She spluttered out. "And I left the supplies outside!" She stopped. Asthma?! Inhaler. She had one in the bag!! She paused and grabbed her knives. She slipped out the door and tried to get out.

((I'm in a hotel!))

Ania glared at her. " Help?! Finger slipping?! " she screamed. " He's going to freaking die because of your 'slipped finger'!! "
Ania turned around and ran back down to where Zeck was lieing. His face was pale from loosing so much blood.
Ania feared that if zombies smelt the blood...the doors couldn't hold down a horde of them...
Ania crouched my Zeck. " If you can hear me Zeck, I'm gonna try and help you... " she said, half choking on tears.

((Somebody help Avia... TT She's going to die!!!!!))


Avia was still barely able to breathe from the asthma. She was starting to feel a little light headed. The world was spinning but her main concern wasn't breathing. It was helping the guy she Accidently shot. She barely had a hold of the medical supplies in her hand. She could barely feel anything anymore. She was going numb and the world was turning black. She made it to the bottom of the stairs without loosing anything. She couldn't remember when the last time she took in any oxygen. She tried to inhale but only got a little. It was getting harder and harder every second to stay standing. She slowly pushed her way through the house to were the guy was. He was bleeding badly and she didn't nearly have as much medical skill as Sebastian and that other girl. It was going to be a one and a millionth chance she actually helps. She fell to her knees beside the guy and tried to take another deep breathe. She was barely holding on. She pulled out a needle that would help dull his pain. Morphine or something like that. She watched from one of the hospital shows that morphine burned people's insides bad when given a dose. It was kinda like somebody set the inside of there body on fire. She grabbed his arm and brought it close to her face so she could see. She had to find the main vane to shoot the morphine in. It took her a few seconds to find it but when she did she delivered the dose immediately. She looked back at all the other supplies she was carrying and picked up the rubbing alcohol. It was the only thing up there that she knew of that would fight off any disease that could be lingering from being shot with rusty old bullets. She opened the lid and poured half of it on his wound. It was hard to hold her hand steady because the lack of oxygen to her brain. She tried taking deeper breathes hoping to slow her heart rate down. It was helping a little. she figured if she kept breathing like this it would help her get through helping this guy. She knew she was going to die. It was only a matter of if she could help this guy first. She went back to the medical supplies she brought down and picked out the tweezers. For her to be able to pick out all of the discarded shells of bullets that were logged in his skin she would have to get closer to see. She leaned in and began picking everything she could see out. She pulled out at least six pieces of bullet. She set the tweezers and the bullets pieces to the side and grabbed the rubbing alcohol again. She poured more onto his wound and then stopped and capped the bottle back up. She was taking deeper breathe now just to get through this but it was getting harder. She knew that if she didn't help him she would scar the girl who was standing next to him life's forever. It was something she didn't want to do and plus. She didn't want to be just like those zombies. She picked up the gauze and carefully started rapping his wound. She would have to pick him up slightly to wrap it underneath him but it was nothing she couldn't handle. When she was finished doing everything she could she fell back against the wall and closed her eyes. She still had a faint heart beat and she knew she wasnt breathing. She welcomed death. She hoped that she went to heaven. She hoped that she didn't see him there anytime soon. She let out the last remaining oxygen she kept inside and waited.

Tartarus cursed so much it was scare a sailor. She raced out and grabbed the bag. "People! Get over here!" She yelled and spilled the bag that was full of medical supplies. Gauze, needles, air masks, and other stuff spilled out. She threw up an inhaler to he almost dead Avia and bandages to the bleeding Zeck.

Ania looked at the two utterly confused. What where they doing? First they shoot him and want to help him? This makes no sense...
Ania grabbed the bandages one of them tosses, no clue of what to do with them...she wasn't a medical wizz...

((I'm really scared right now in real life. I'm not sure that this RP is helping, but I'm still in!))
Tartarus fumbled through the medical supplies. She suddenly remembered a man who got shot at the front of her house a few years back. She tried remembered what her mom did. She remembered that she had cleaned the wound, of course. But as she watched the girl injecting morphine, she had not cleaned the wound. She realized that she had no clean gloves. She cursed under her breath. She knew all the pressure points. She moved to the two people and realized that the girl did everything pretty good and the girl did clean the wound...in a way. She felt pretty useless, but happy too. The boy was fine for now...But the girl needed the inhaler. She shook the inhaler. Tartarus held the inhaler and put it against the girl's mouth. She hoped the girl was conscience enough to breath at all and hold her breath and all that.
((I have a tab open on bullets wounds...T.T Poor Avia! I know how that feels..))

Avia could feel the girl pushing the inhailer in her mouth and squeeze the weird tasting air into her mouth. She tried taking a breathe but she could only take a little in. She slowly reached her hand up and took the in hailer from her. She decided it would be better to do it herself. She put it to her mouth and took another breath. She was slowly coming back into consciousness. She could concentrate on breathing now without someone dieing In front of her. She knew that his wound would need cleaned every six hours or so. She took a few more breathes out of the inhailer till her breathe was steady. She took a few breathes without the inhailer and than tried to stand up. She swayed a little but caught herself every time she felt like she was going to fall. She walked over to him and looked at his face. She couldn't beleive she put another human being through that much pain. It made her feel so guilty. A few tears slipped out of her eyes. All she wanted to do was apologize to him. He wasn't conscious though. She hoped he would recover. She didn't need his death on her mind.

Tartarus sighed. "Only us ladies." She said and walked over to Avia. "H-he'll be fine. I've seen this before." She said. He'd be alright. "I hope he can stand all the pain..." She whispered. She knew it'd hurt hell when he woke. "We can at least make him comfortable." She said.