"Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Not leaving you, Cam. You're gonna make it. I promise you you're going to make it." As her eyes closed, Justin scooped her up in his arms and retreated back into the bunker. Jes shouted a few commands as her squad fired into the darkness of the city, one of her platoon falling to the ground with an arrow jutting out of his neck. Curses littered the air along with steady streams of gunfire, Justin using the chaos as cover to find a safe place to address Cam's wound. He leaned against the left wall of the entranceway, his shoulder finding a switch, which he activated by lifting up with the central head of the muscle. Dim lightbulbs flickered to life on the ceiling above to reveal the inside of what was once a tavern. The cherry/oak counter had been repurposed to house medical supplies, food and ammunition while behind the counter where panels of glass once stood were retrofitted weapon holders that held an assortment of melee weapons and a few worn-out guns that had been scavenged from old military outposts. Tables and chairs were scattered across the main room, Justin finding a table that was as sturdy as ancient furniture could be and laid Cam out, her legs dangling off the table. The arrow was embedded in the side of her abdomen, which meant that it was actually causing a lot of the bleeding that would've been occurring to congeal. Once he pulled that arrow out, she was going to start losing blood fast. As quickly as he could he rummaged behind the counter and withdrew a number of medical supplies, including some of the strongest distilled alcohol Mary could've brewed up. 
"This is going to hurt like nothing else." He mumbled as he set the supplies on a nearby chair, Jes's voice floating in as he grabbed the length of the arrow:
"And that's why we're the best this world is EVER going to see!" She exclaimed, walking in triumphantly with the rest of her squadron. 
"Got em all?"
"Yup. We did lose Saul..." She trailed off for a brief moment, the rest of her squad looking to her, which earned a quick glare from their fearless commander. Resuming her normal, exuberant state, she finished:
"But Saul would've wanted us to keep moving, so that's what we're gonna do." Jes walked next to Justin, a frown coming onto her face.
"Gonna need help keeping her down."
"I was going to ask you for it."
"Good. Not like I was going let you do this by yourself. You need a woman's touch." He chuckled as he grabbed the arrow, Jes placing her hands firmly on Cam's upper legs. In a swift motion, Justin withdrew the arrow out of Cam's side. 
"I'm so sorry, Cam! Just hang tight!" He sterilized the wound with a pad coated in alcohol before placing a large bandage over the wound.
"Jes, her shirt."
"Right." She lifted Cam's shirt, helping Justin secure the gauze around her waist. Another few moments and they had her mid-section bandaged up as tight as they could. 
"Hey...hey, you doing ok?" The question had an air of apology to it, seeing as he did just cause her massive pain.