Harley had her hand pressed to her side, eyes fluttering shut at the pressure. "It's a graze I'm sure." But when she pulled her hand away there was blood splayed across it. Her teeth sink into her lip, able to feel the pain as the adrenaline fades. "Wonder when that happened." She hummed, swaying slightly on her feet.
A soft sigh from Rick. "Less a graze clearly." He said. "Get over here. I can perform some quick field triage done." Rick said. He was going to have to be quick about it, but he could have her go down because that was just going to be another layer to it.
Harley moved over to where Rick was , keeping up the pressure on her side because it made it easier for her to focus. She really didn't know when she had gotten the injury but it's possible the adrenaline has masked it. "What's our next step in the mission?" She asked to have something to focus on besides her injury.
















