Jun 9, 2015
[ theforgottenrunner ]
"Fine?" Bentley whispered back, look in his eyes clear that he didn't believe her. The wound needed to be cleaned and wrapped, in order for them to heal. At the very least, wrapped - as they didn't happen to have a huge amount of antiseptics laying about in their supplies. Still, he was worried for her health, and he wasn't about to leave her to deal with it, and possibly fall behind to the hands of the dead. Not a chance was he losing another in the group. Not if he could help it.
"We can barricade ourselves somewhere, Ky - then you've got to let me take a look at that cut, okay?" He tried to reason, "We'll get you somewhere safe, but then you've got to stop pushing yourself so hard."