When the doctor asked if they were her friends she shook her head, “Nope. I met Joan and Josef just before you did. I have never met these people.” She was hesitant to leave the back of the truck considering the welcoming party they had received. Before she left the truck she put her jacket over Josef to shield him from the cold morning air. She jumped out and glanced over at the swearing man who was now vomiting because of the blood. Considering the world they were now living in, he wouldn’t be much help at all. 

Letting out a sigh she walked beside Joan. Her eyes widened when the doctor began to yell at Joan and she took a step forward. “Hey, step off! If it wasn’t for her, you would still be in that truck surrounded by the dead.” She let out a sigh and put her hand on her head, “I’m sorry for yelling. I just don’t think that this is the time to be getting angry at each other. We have bigger things to worry about.” She didn’t like yelling at people, but it didn’t feel right that the doctor was blaming the man’s reaction to their appearance on Joan.

She followed the doctor to listen to his instructions on how to treat Josef. She wasn’t sure why he was telling her this, considering Joan was closer to him but she let it pass. Her eyes wandered over all of the drugs and antibiotics that he was laying out. She could hardly differentiate between them, aside from the color and the names that were on the exact same type of bottle; names that she probably would be unable to pronounce. Fortunately the doctor explained everything to her in very simple terms, mostly regarding the color of the drugs or the outward appearance of what she needed.

She nodded and watched as he placed the bags on the seat for her to take. “I’ll go help them first, but I’ll come back for these as soon as we get Josef in bed.” She began walking towards the group before she stopped, “Oh and doc. If you ever want to sleep in the house, I’ll swap with you.” She gave him a smile before running over to the group. It was the least she could offer to him and although he didn’t trust them yet, maybe that would change. She just hoped that he would stick around. He was more useful than she could ever be.

She headed over to the tattooed man and softly spoke. “I can help carry him upstairs if you’re not up for it.” Josef was covered in blood after all and considering his initial reaction, it was probably really hard for him to be near him. If he took her offer she would take his place in carrying Josef up to the bedroom, but even if he didn’t, she would follow very close after them, making sure that they made it up to the room without a problem.

As soon as they got him up and onto the bed, Chloe ran back downstairs and scooped up all of the antibiotics, running right back up to the bedroom. There was a moment of confusion when she wondered how she was going to hang the bag but an idea quickly came to her. She ran around the house before she found a tall floor lamp and unplugged it, bringing it up to the room. Grabbing a metal coat hanger she bent and twisted it until she could hang it from the lamp with the bag hanging on the hook. She managed to put it into his good arm and got it to start dripping.

When all was said and done she sat down in a chair and read over the instructions the doctor had given her. After she was done reading she sat there and watched over the sleeping Josef. She knew that she had to share the instructions with Joan as well but she felt unwilling to leave the beside, just in case something happened. “Wake up soon…” She mumbled, though she wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. He would be in a lot of pain if he woke up too soon after the amputation.