Aria finished dressing her wound, carefully securing the bandage with a few precise motions(she was a medic).
She then arranged everything back into her bag, methodically packing each item into a designated place, ensuring everything was organized and within reach when needed.
As she arranged her supplies, her eyes fell upon her small gun, nestled in the bottom of the bag. Ryan had said he had loaded it for her, and she felt a surge of gratitude towards him.
Aria picked the gun out from the bag, feeling weight in her hand. She checked the gun, ensuring the magazine was full and the safety was off. She was satisfied seeing that it was truly loaded, just as Ryan had said.
She closed her bag but still held the gun, resting her back against the wall as she sat on the bed. Her eyes wandered to Ryan's peaceful face, his features relaxed in sleep. His chest rasing and falling with each breath.
