Carly scowled but didn’t bother correcting him. Instead, she hobbled onward, her eyes trained on the wet cement beneath her. Every step brought her more fatigue and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from panting. She didn’t want to be in distress; she wanted this to all go away, Tzek included.

But then, he made an offer she couldn’t resist. Just as she’d gone to take another jilting shuffle forward, he made a valid point, and after looking up at him very slowly and licking her lips, she groaned huffily. 

“Fuck,” she muttered beneath her breath and shook her head. “Alright. You have a point. Let’s go, then.”

Before he could move toward her, she hastened herself and crossed the meager distance between them, then awkwardly stood. There was a stiff moment and she cleared her throat, then at his leisure she helped climb into his grasp, and wrapped one of her arms around his neck. The other remained over her chest, where her hand grappled at her wound. Going up into his arms made her dizzy and things spun. She shook her head quickly.

“Keep going down this road, and on 4th take a right. Stay on that road, and the hospital should be around. You’ll see it.” She was winded.