"Just make sure nothing goes wrong, Sunshine, or you'll find yourself in a much worse state" said Sig, Threateningly. Phil looked at him with a serious look on his face. "Shut up, or I'll bind your mouth closed" he said sharply as he identify the shot wound. "If he keeps lippin' off like that there's no reason you have to, Phil. Your skill is a gift, not an automatic service." she said with a scoff. Phil turned to Cora and said "I know, but... I'm not just gunna let him bleed out, Especially over something... Which has to be a misunderstanding." Phil assured himself.
After a few more seconds of analysis, bullets wizz past the group and into the sands behind them. "Healing gonna have to wait" Cora quickly announced " gotta go. Phil, get his ass onto Spike. You can heal him on the move. Everyone else, we're headed in this direction". "Fine" Phil replied calmly, as he pulled Sig to his feet and aided him onto his turtle. He quickly thought about the brothers stuck in the warehouse and felt sick at the thought of abandoning them. Phil shrugged this off quickly before climbing on the turtles back to further aid Sig.
Their escape seemed successful and Sig's leg was a fairly easy fix. After guiding the bullet that was embedded in his leg out with light. Phil was able to quickly seal up the wound, Phil even felt generous enough to heal the grazing on Sig's waist.
As the group came to a halt under a nook of a valley of trash, Cora announced "Dig in, and thank the heavens. We finally eat." she then passed out the rations to everyone. Phil simply stared at him, He had lost his appetite, once again dwelling on today's battle.
Phil crouched down next to the nearest wall of the nook and his head fell into his knees. He stared at the rations once again, this time questioning himself on if it was worth it. He pondered on this intently, slowly giving himself a headache as his thoughts became more negative. Eventually his mind went silent. That was until he thought in a moment of madness "you should have gone to Atlanta...". Phil's thoughts then became thoughts of regrets, that soon turned into thoughts of hatred. He forced himself out of thought the second he realised his slight headache turned into a full-on migraine. He raised his head, slammed his head against the wall, sighed and then looked down, back at the rations. "This is so fucking shit" he murmured, once again thinking about the risks they all went through for a small amount of food. Even so, he unwrapped his rations and took a few bites into it. Tasteless, Phil thought, but at least it doesn't taste bad... He stopped eating half way through, wrapped up what was left and put the remaining rations into his pocket. He didn't want to eat it all so haste fully, knowing what everyone went through to get it. Phil then saw the brothers walk in and he sighed once again in relief. They where safe, luckily. Phil turned away from the brothers, and just stared at the sky, daydreaming, lost in thought once again.