Sasha stood over a walker, knife bloodied in her hand, staring down at it. She could just walk away. She could just walk away, before she let herself be immersed by this group. Walk away, and contiue on her lonely way. But she sighed, shifting her pack with the meager supplies she had managed to save. There seemed to be something going on, and hesitating, she entered the farm house, unsurprised at what she saw as she followed the small commootion. 

Swinging her bag off her shoulder, she silently rummaged through it, coming out with some liquid panadol, saying softly [color=f7941d]"It's not much, and normally I wouldn't recommend masking a fever, but it might give him a little bit of time, to fight"[/color] She held the bottle to the man that had done the work, thinking to herself [i]resillence. Just when you think you can't go on anymore, it shows up, slaps you in the face, and you do.[/i] She rummaged in her bag once more, taking out a small pot, the last of her supply, but if she could find the ingrediants, she could make more. And why just let it sit there? [color=f7941d]"I also have this. It's a salve I made, put it over the stitches, and it wil help with healing. Its potent, so you don't need much, but you'll probably use all of it in anycase. Its kind of a medival"[/color]

That was pretty much the extent of the medical supplies she had left to her, and when she thought of the crude, yet well stocked infirmary she had had, she wanted to cry. [color=f7941d]"I'm Sasha, by the way. I don't mean to intrude. I just thought I could help"[/color] She darted out of the room, finding it hard to be in there. 


(I can't remember what you guys call Panadol, but its a mild pain killer and anti-fever)