Amelia White
Probably lost
When archers gays met Jessie, he just shakes his head, Jessie and never has a light, he never smokes. Jemima sighs again.
"Mine ran out of juice earlier today, tossed it aside." She says, almost too quiet hear. Jessie slams his fist against the wall once again.
"We need to go to a hospital," Jessie says, "or she's not going to make it." Jemima rips off a strip of the edge of her shirt, and rushes over to Astra.
"Hey, I'm really sorry, but this might hurt just a little." She says as she wraps the strip around the young girls leg. Once it's positioned right near the stump, Jemima knots and pulls the cloth, tightening it as much as she can.
"I know it's uncomfortable, but it'll slow down the bleeding for now." Jemima says, wracking her brain trying to think of where the damn hospital is.
"Mine ran out of juice earlier today, tossed it aside." She says, almost too quiet hear. Jessie slams his fist against the wall once again.
"We need to go to a hospital," Jessie says, "or she's not going to make it." Jemima rips off a strip of the edge of her shirt, and rushes over to Astra.
"Hey, I'm really sorry, but this might hurt just a little." She says as she wraps the strip around the young girls leg. Once it's positioned right near the stump, Jemima knots and pulls the cloth, tightening it as much as she can.
"I know it's uncomfortable, but it'll slow down the bleeding for now." Jemima says, wracking her brain trying to think of where the damn hospital is.