[b]Heather - Camp - Stray[/b]

Heather heard the car pull up and sighed. Time to face [i]him[/i] again. She took a few moments to put on her strong indifferent face. It was a survival tactic. She couldn't have Hank knowing how it affected her. She refused to let him have that kind of power over her, because she just knew he'd use it against her.

Having psyched herself up to deal, she went outside.
The sight was unexpected.
Aaliyah was working on a dirty man who was lying on the ground unconcious.
"What the hell?" she asked and hurried to her fellow medical worker's side. Heather had been an RN before the walkers appeared. She had worked in a major hospital in New Orleans. "What the hell did you guys do?" she asked incredulously. "Please God don't tell me you hit him. DeSean, I told you not to let him drive!"
She shook her head and continued working with Aaliyah. Heather started checking his vitals.
"Pulse is steady but slow," she said. "And from the color of his face I'm guessing his pulse-ox is low. Oxygen is not getting through his body that well."
She manuvered his head at an upward angle, to open the airway as much as possible. "DeSean, we're going to need your help to move him. I'll hold on to his head. Aaliyah, if you could keep his spine still, DeSean can get his legs."

Working together, they managed to get him into the med-tent. A makeshift bed had been made of scavanged parts. It was sturdy enough to hold the man.
The nurse and the doctor-in-training worked quickly and effeciently together. Soon they had assesed him head to toe. They took off his shirt but left his pants on to preserve his dignity for when he woke up.
"We have a little oxycodine left," Heather told Aaliyah. "Do you have any objection to using a little for him. Otherwise he is going to have a feirce headache when he wakes up."
Heather always made sure to include Aayliah in all decisions regarding medical supplies, especially their limited supply of meds.

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[b]Jessalyn - Haywood - Daniel, Abram, Emma[/b]

Jess felt a weight fall over her chest, pressing down on her heart.
He wasn't here... Floyd...
Where was he?

In the flurry of emotion, Jess turned on Abram, eyes blazing. "I told you we shouldn't have left! We have to go back! We have to find him!" She walked up and started beating Abram's chest. "How dare you?! How could we leave him?! How could we?! How could I?!" Tears of anger and despair ran down her cheeks. "How could I leave him?! I have to go back! He came for me and I left him!"

In the middle of her screaming at Abram she heard a girl's voice. Turning she saw a young girl, barely younger then herself. She looked familiar...
Of course... the raider attack.
Jess tried to compose herself. She stopped screaming but was still shaking. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "I didn't mean to... I'm sorry."
A sharp pain in her back made her gasp and wince, her hand flying to the place in her lower back. Apparently her baby didn't like his mother being so upset.
"We have to find him," she said, her voice lower now, laced with pain. "We [u]have[/u] to. I've already lost one person I loved. I can't lose another. I can't lose Floyd."