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Good, she's responsive.

"Sssssh, honey, there's nothin' out there," Cindy tried to reassure her... because this chick's probably going to panic. If she goes into shock, then she's as good as dead. Which is what Cindy's going to try to avoid. She smiled at the girl as she stood over her... and this other chick (was she the one poking her head over the rock?) handed her some rubbing alcohol and some cloth. Perfect. 

"Thank you... name's Cindy." Cindy was honest here - there was no way that she could pronounce Hyoyeon's name, it took her ages to get Meifeng's name right. Alright, it was time for Cindy to get to work. She wished that she had some pressure dressing. Before she turned to Lena, "I'm going to get you patched up, don't worry."

Now, Cindy wished that she had her army equipment but they lost that awhile ago. They had to grab what they could and get a move on - which was her biggest gripe. However, she knew what she could do best. She turned towards Meifeng and asked, 

"Can you any blood on her back?" 

Meifeng glanced over and saw no blood, and said, "Nope."

"Good... no exit wound," Cindy said as she finally got to work as she pulled her knife out of her assault pack. She let go of the towel and grabbed onto the bottom of Lena's shirt... she turned towards the other stranger and narrowed her eyes at him. She whispered to Meifeng, "Block his view with your body."

Meifeng nodded as she put her back to him and made sure he couldn't see anything. That was when Cindy pulled off Lena's shirt by the bottom until it was completely off. Now Cindy got a good view of her wound and it was nasty... Cindy never saw this shit firsthand but years upon years of training have taught her exactly what to do. Also, they had to be quick because there was a [i]chance[/i] that the mist doesn't leave in the next hour or so.

In that case,

[i]Cindy was going to take her chances.[/i]

Cindy sighed. The wound was still bleeding, however, so she had to be quick. The first thing she did was put the rubbing alcohol to the side... Cindy knew that wouldn't help even in the slightest. Instead, Cindy reached into her assault pack again and pulled out a bottle of water and a container of hand soap. She poured a bit of soap onto the towel and then added some water and wiped off the wound. That was when Cindy wrapped the cloth against the wound but after one loop she pulled out a pen that she had on hand with caps on both ends. She tucked the pen underneath the wrapping, holding it together. Before she began wrapping it the other way. She kept wrapping it. Conveniently it was on her shoulder and it'd be a lot easier to get her makeshift pressure bandage on nice and tight.

Cindy thought of it as the field training exercises where they made it abundantly clear that this was life and death and her battle was hit with shrapnel. This was key to saving her life... even though all her battle buddies are probably dead. Cindy then finished wrapping it and tucked slack underneath the wrapping.

With a sigh, Cindy said to the girl,

"Are you feeling lightheaded or woozy o-"

That was when a window upstairs broke and Cindy immediately shut up. Maybe it was nothing... before they heard a loud growling sound and footsteps. Cindy held her hand to her mouth as she looked up at the ceiling - with every step a piece of it fell. Shit.

"It's in..." Cindy whispered before she turned to her friend, who brandished her baseball bat and held it tightly with both hands.

"Somebody, go kill it."