[b]Pvt. Aden Robertson[/b]

Somewhere between the pain of being shot and the following shock; Aden was aware that he was being dragged back into the airship. 

Well drag being a generous term for the awkward supported stumbling that ended with him more or less collapsing against a nearby bulkhead as his rescuer took a breath.

[quote=@Dyelli Beybi]
"There's blood on my dress," she sounded thoughtful more than anything else, which probably wasn't the reaction anyone would have expected, "Hmm... that might actually work for me.  Okay, I'm going to get you to a bunk, then you, or someone else, needs to tell me what I'm doing." [/quote]

Aden's hands, which had already been instinctively clutching his wound, tightened to renewed pain and resulted in a hiss of pain. His aid pack on his webbing was empty; expended days ago on someone else. Not that it had more then a few different types of bandages and- 

"Bandages....." He ground out. "...rags, something...." 

He tried not to let his panic show through. His pain addled mind trying to remember if they had a doctor onboard.