Hester lay motionless on the ground, her body unconscious and riddled with numerous open wounds.
My heart raced as I quickly rose to my feet, carefully examining the severity of her injuries. It was evident that she had lost a significant amount of blood.
Gently, I positioned Hester on the ground, using a blanket as a makeshift pillow to ensure her comfort.
With urgency in my voice, I woke Quinby and explained the dire situation, requesting her permission to utilize her first-aid kit in treating Hester's wounds.
Quinby deliberated for a moment, seemingly contemplating the choice between maintaining her individualistic approach or embracing the potential of comradeship and collective assistance.
"We don't have much time. You can think later. I'll just take what I need," I said impatiently, unwilling to wait for her response.
