No sooner than she had regained composure from seeing Arlo sick, bloodied, injured, and stubbornly doing what he saw fit, there came the next wave of patients as she made her way out of the field hospital back towards the main station. In her mind she'd been keeping tabs on who had left and hadn't come back yet, still it was a punch to the gut to look over and see yet another person she was tangled up with carrying the obvious signs of Black Fever.
And insisting on walking in, no less.
Men were, without a doubt, going to be the death of her. Not today, but mark her words.
It's with a heavy sigh she peers down the hallway separating them, watching him shuffle forward with assistance like some undead impersonation before getting out softly, "John?"
SCENES: SUNDAY: Court & John
No sooner than she had regained composure from seeing Arlo sick, bloodied, injured, and stubbornly doing what he saw fit, there came the next wave of patients as she made her way out of the field hospital back towards the main station. In her mind she'd been keeping tabs on who had left and hadn't come back yet, still it was a punch to the gut to look over and see yet another person she was tangled up with carrying the obvious signs of Black Fever.
And insisting on walking in, no less.
Men were, without a doubt, going to be the death of her. Not today, but mark her words.
It's with a heavy sigh she peers down the hallway separating them, watching him shuffle forward with assistance like some undead impersonation before getting out softly, "John?"