Georgia falters for a moment. Every bit of her being was screaming at her to go save her best friend. She takes a deep breath and turns back to Morai, drawing out her first aide kit. "No, Mister Morai... It's gonna be dandy-well." She gets down beside him and breaks open the kit, the duct tape looking too tempting. But the stick-silver wouldn't stick with all that blood. "I'll help you, and then we'll go over to James. We'll help him help Carolyn... There's enough of them to slow it for now..." She draws out the gun of squeezy super glue for battlefield sutures and starts to seal up the wounds. [i]Stop the blood. Bind the wounds.[/i] echoes repeatedly in her head. Words. Ingrained from her own injuries. That's what they said to get her home...

Sergeant Morai winces in pain as she does her work. "Go help..." He mumbles as he looks around the room. He didn't like being useless like this, that much was for certain.

She cringes and looks at him with wide eyes, switching to the bandages to start wrapping the injuries, "I will. But I need you and James together. You can keep him safe when I go help..." It was apparent she was scared and worried, "No one should ever be alone out here... So... Enough to get you going... Then I'll go help... It'll be quick... Not enough to... to..." She chokes up and starts picking up her pace.

Morai grabs her hand for a moment and stops her, staring at her. [b]"Calm... Then you can help, and I will go back up the other... Fellow."[/b]

Georgia fidgets for a moment and nods, taking a deep breath, "Right... Right... Thomas would tell me the same thing..." She frowns and grabs the duct tape, "Come on, almost done, then we'll go help..."

 "... Thomas?" He mumbles questioningly before looking at the duct tape and cringing preemptively. "Ó, mā..."

 "My big brother... You'll meet him... He was with Carolyn..." she takes a deep breath and starts to do a final bind on the wounds to try and give him a little more room before the impromptu sutures start bursting.

"Ah..." He mumbles as he quietly checks his pistol over. He looked at her sympathetically, realizing he was very probably dead. "Perhaps..." He takes a raspy deep breath. "Go, and take this." He pulls a small syringe out of his pocket. "Combat drugs... Might help. Make you faster, stronger... Addictive if you take too many, but this is my last one... Leave the kit with me, I can do the rest on my own, now go."

She nods and takes the syringe from his hands, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth. A sharp fear comes over her at the idea, but it would help. Thomas wouldn't be scared of the needles and neither would Carolyn. With a whimper, she jams it into her arm and pushes the plunger in, in one swift motion. Her breath quickens and grows shallowly before she rips it out and throws it away, "H-hate the poke-needles," she moves to her feet and pats Morai on the shoulder, "Take care, Mister Morai. I'll come back to help. With Carolyn, and Thomas, and all the others."

"We will see... Remember... Jump into a building. It's big, your not." He waves her off with a heavy cough. "Go."

She grins childishly and nods, going out through the window and racing out to where she would be noticeable to all those eyes and have a clearer shot. It had a lot of eyes, and one of them had looked injured despite the message it could regenerate. Quivering, she shouts, "HEY STINKBRAIN!" She takes the assault rifle firmly in her hands and aims at batch of the eyes before squeezing the trigger for a small burst.