Kyla sighed as she looked towards her wounded body, though shrugged and glanced to Will "Don't bother kid it's nothing but a few bullet wounds, I've had worse and it is your brother who needs help" She told him. Even as she said this though she could feel herself swaying but refused to give in yet.
"I have done what I can to look after him, even used up all the money I had scavenged now I think it is time you get him to bed" She suggested to the younger brother, moving to a nearby chair and collapsing into it with a groan "I'll be fine" She reassured Will.