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He nodded a few times, biting down hard on his lip.
He knew what would have to be done, if she did end up turning into one of the freaks they'd seen... Or worse, if she started to turn into whatever the fuck that humanoid creature was. It was... Fascinating in the scariest of ways, and if none of them were injured and they hadn't been involved in a complete bloodbath, Lee would have wanted to study that thing more - look at its brain if it came down to it. He was no neurosurgeon, but where else could you look when there was a mutation like that on your hands? He wanted to know how and where it came to be.
But still.
"I promise."
They had other clothes. Of course they did. Maybe he was in more shock than he realized - the day had mushed into a bit of a blur by now, simply because of that one moment where he felt like death was coming his way. They all needed some breathing room.
"We're going to assume you don't have whatever it is." He squeezed her good hand again. "We're going to assume it's all okay and we'll go from there, alright?" He gulped, and he took a brief moment to ring out the bloody water from his shirt. The water was hot - almost scalding, but he didn't care. Anything to wash away the blood would be seen as an absolute win. His shirt was clean, yes, but no good to wear for a while. He still had blood on his body that had seeped through the material of his shirt, smudged across every square inch of skin and muscle. He was trying not to pay attention to that, though.
"Come on." He took her hand again, "Let's find the first aid in this place, and then I think it's a good idea for us to get gone." He said, forcing a smile. "Lean on me if you need to. I don't want you passing out."
And in whichever way was necessary, he left the bathroom with her and went to check out the little staff kitchen, which was indeed exactly where a small green first aid kit was hidden. It wouldn't have anything surgical, but there'd be enough to disinfect the wound and dress it. It would at least stop her from losing the hand, even if it did leave a nasty scar.
...
"I guess not." Robin said. She nodded, though - she understood that the horrors were probably just beginning. She didn't seem too phased by it all, but maybe that wasn't such a good thing. Some people just shut down when they go through a traumatic event, and maybe Robin was one of them. Or maybe she just had incredibly thick skin.
Both possibilities were just as worrying as each other.
"I was with my friends at the mall, when it all started happening." She said. "We were eating pizza, and... My dad charged in, he was covered in blood. When we walked out of there, there were people getting attacked. So, thinking about it... And after all of this..." She looked back into the dealership and at the corpse of the creature. "I get the feeling my friends didn't make it out. Or my mom." She gulped. "But at least I've got my dad, and you guys, too." She said. She looked back down at the fuel cans. The smell of them brought back fond memories of a simpler time, when she used to help her dad pump gas into his bike. She was only little then, but she'd never forgotten those times.
"They're coming." Chase called out to them, quietly. He nodded back to the dealership - Lee and Lin were in sight, and Lee had a first aid kit in hand. That was another bitter reality of the situation. The doctor may have been traumatized, but he was the only one in a suitable state to treat the injured, for now. "Me and Lin are both hurt. I suggest we get the bikes up in the RV for safe-keeping until we're fit to ride. It can handle the weight." He said.
He turned to Lin and Lee, "You guys ready?!" He called out.
It was time to hit the road. There was nothing left for them in this city.
He knew what would have to be done, if she did end up turning into one of the freaks they'd seen... Or worse, if she started to turn into whatever the fuck that humanoid creature was. It was... Fascinating in the scariest of ways, and if none of them were injured and they hadn't been involved in a complete bloodbath, Lee would have wanted to study that thing more - look at its brain if it came down to it. He was no neurosurgeon, but where else could you look when there was a mutation like that on your hands? He wanted to know how and where it came to be.
But still.
"I promise."
They had other clothes. Of course they did. Maybe he was in more shock than he realized - the day had mushed into a bit of a blur by now, simply because of that one moment where he felt like death was coming his way. They all needed some breathing room.
"We're going to assume you don't have whatever it is." He squeezed her good hand again. "We're going to assume it's all okay and we'll go from there, alright?" He gulped, and he took a brief moment to ring out the bloody water from his shirt. The water was hot - almost scalding, but he didn't care. Anything to wash away the blood would be seen as an absolute win. His shirt was clean, yes, but no good to wear for a while. He still had blood on his body that had seeped through the material of his shirt, smudged across every square inch of skin and muscle. He was trying not to pay attention to that, though.
"Come on." He took her hand again, "Let's find the first aid in this place, and then I think it's a good idea for us to get gone." He said, forcing a smile. "Lean on me if you need to. I don't want you passing out."
And in whichever way was necessary, he left the bathroom with her and went to check out the little staff kitchen, which was indeed exactly where a small green first aid kit was hidden. It wouldn't have anything surgical, but there'd be enough to disinfect the wound and dress it. It would at least stop her from losing the hand, even if it did leave a nasty scar.
...
"I guess not." Robin said. She nodded, though - she understood that the horrors were probably just beginning. She didn't seem too phased by it all, but maybe that wasn't such a good thing. Some people just shut down when they go through a traumatic event, and maybe Robin was one of them. Or maybe she just had incredibly thick skin.
Both possibilities were just as worrying as each other.
"I was with my friends at the mall, when it all started happening." She said. "We were eating pizza, and... My dad charged in, he was covered in blood. When we walked out of there, there were people getting attacked. So, thinking about it... And after all of this..." She looked back into the dealership and at the corpse of the creature. "I get the feeling my friends didn't make it out. Or my mom." She gulped. "But at least I've got my dad, and you guys, too." She said. She looked back down at the fuel cans. The smell of them brought back fond memories of a simpler time, when she used to help her dad pump gas into his bike. She was only little then, but she'd never forgotten those times.
"They're coming." Chase called out to them, quietly. He nodded back to the dealership - Lee and Lin were in sight, and Lee had a first aid kit in hand. That was another bitter reality of the situation. The doctor may have been traumatized, but he was the only one in a suitable state to treat the injured, for now. "Me and Lin are both hurt. I suggest we get the bikes up in the RV for safe-keeping until we're fit to ride. It can handle the weight." He said.
He turned to Lin and Lee, "You guys ready?!" He called out.
It was time to hit the road. There was nothing left for them in this city.