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Jul. 15th, 2013 10:45 pmCaro sits down gingerly on a fallen log. Time for another break. Every step, no matter how carefully she walks, jars her already throbbing face. And the laceration had started to seep through her makeshift bandage, prompting her latest pause. It's taking forever to get back to the lake.
Now then, should shy try peeling this bandage off, or just put the next one on top...? Caro's fairly certain that proper first aid is to layer, but... She pokes tentatively a couple inches to the side of the jagged cut.
"Shit," she hisses quietly. And then winces, because her jaw isn't in good shape either. Fuck.
She's in the middle of wondering how the hell she's gonna eat anything with her jaw like this when she hears the telltale beeping of a parachute. It can't be...
But she looks up, and there it is, gently descending towards her. Whoever launches these, their aim was good enough that Caro doesn't even have to get up, she just waits for it to fall into her hands. It's... pretty good size, actually. She fumbles with the catch briefly before opening it to find... two canisters and a note. She reads the note first.
stay alive, sweetheart. -w
She snorts. That's always been the plan, Sullivan. She tucks the piece of paper into a pocket anyway. Now for the actual goodies. The first, larger canister contains... soup. Caro leans in close and sniffs. Pumpkin? And... apple. Fuck, it smells good. There's both a spoon and a straw. Caro pockets the spoon and sticks the straw in the thermos of soup. She takes a tentative sip... and has to stifle a groan at how good it is. Hell, any warm food would be a wonder in this cold, but this soup is amazing. She drinks a little more, and then seals the thermos back up, straw inside. Now what's in the other one?
"Holy shit." It's medicine.
She puts the lid back on, and reaches up to peel the cut up piece of blanket off her face. Fuck, it's sticking and shit shit shit that really hurts-- okay. There. She sets the bloody cloth down next to her on the log. She really wishes she was back by the lake right now, being able to see her reflection would help. She gently probes at the laceration to make sure nothing's in it, swearing under her breath the entire time.
Satisfied that her wound is as clean as she can get it for now, she reopens the tube of medicine and applies a little to her cheek. There's a medicinal sting, but not much else. Including no fresh blood. Ohhhhh thank god, it stops the bleeding. She carefully applies more to the rest of the gash in her face. She even has a good two thirds of the tube left. Excellent. She doesn't know if it'll need to be reapplied. Either way, it's good to have leftovers.
She stows both canisters very carefully in her backpack, and tucks the bloody bandage into a side pocket. She's just about to get up when she hears a noise. Shit.
Now then, should shy try peeling this bandage off, or just put the next one on top...? Caro's fairly certain that proper first aid is to layer, but... She pokes tentatively a couple inches to the side of the jagged cut.
"Shit," she hisses quietly. And then winces, because her jaw isn't in good shape either. Fuck.
She's in the middle of wondering how the hell she's gonna eat anything with her jaw like this when she hears the telltale beeping of a parachute. It can't be...
But she looks up, and there it is, gently descending towards her. Whoever launches these, their aim was good enough that Caro doesn't even have to get up, she just waits for it to fall into her hands. It's... pretty good size, actually. She fumbles with the catch briefly before opening it to find... two canisters and a note. She reads the note first.
stay alive, sweetheart. -w
She snorts. That's always been the plan, Sullivan. She tucks the piece of paper into a pocket anyway. Now for the actual goodies. The first, larger canister contains... soup. Caro leans in close and sniffs. Pumpkin? And... apple. Fuck, it smells good. There's both a spoon and a straw. Caro pockets the spoon and sticks the straw in the thermos of soup. She takes a tentative sip... and has to stifle a groan at how good it is. Hell, any warm food would be a wonder in this cold, but this soup is amazing. She drinks a little more, and then seals the thermos back up, straw inside. Now what's in the other one?
"Holy shit." It's medicine.
She puts the lid back on, and reaches up to peel the cut up piece of blanket off her face. Fuck, it's sticking and shit shit shit that really hurts-- okay. There. She sets the bloody cloth down next to her on the log. She really wishes she was back by the lake right now, being able to see her reflection would help. She gently probes at the laceration to make sure nothing's in it, swearing under her breath the entire time.
Satisfied that her wound is as clean as she can get it for now, she reopens the tube of medicine and applies a little to her cheek. There's a medicinal sting, but not much else. Including no fresh blood. Ohhhhh thank god, it stops the bleeding. She carefully applies more to the rest of the gash in her face. She even has a good two thirds of the tube left. Excellent. She doesn't know if it'll need to be reapplied. Either way, it's good to have leftovers.
She stows both canisters very carefully in her backpack, and tucks the bloody bandage into a side pocket. She's just about to get up when she hears a noise. Shit.
