(Minor GMing of Danni approved by choic.)
Trish's breath caught sharply in her throat as Hayden's lifeless body collapsed to the ground, the bullet piercing right through his eye-socket and hitting its mark. Mud splashed around and covered Nick's corpse as he landed, but all Trish could manage was to stare at the body as it fell, unable to grasp the full magnitude of everything that had just transpired.
With Nick's corpse off of her she was finally able to pull herself into a sitting position, wincing all the while and muttering rapid, unintelligible curses under her breath. She dropped Nick's gun down to her side as she raised her injured leg up, attempting to get a better look at her wound. The bullet was lodged fairly shallowly into her leg, so much so that she could see part of it as she maneuvered her head around, but that didn't make it any less painful.
With some effort she managed to drag herself to the right a few feet, just enough to reach her pack and her AK-47 where they'd fallen. Now that they'd been almost simultaneously attacked twice within mere moments of each other she didn't plan on taking any more chances. Wandering into an open area like that had easily been the stupidest decision she'd ever made in her life. Unfortunately, somewhere in the back of her mind she realized that if she hadn't been so impatient in wanting to leave the mess hall that they probably wouldn't have forgotten Danni, and she wouldn't have found herself in this situation.
"...piece of shit MOTHER FUCKING BASTARD!"
Either Danni was reading her thoughts or her timing was absolutely perfect. She delivered a furious blow to Hayden's face and sent herself reeling into the ground afterwards somewhat pathetically, but Trish found it impossible to judge her. The three of them had managed to survive ten whole days on the island, and it was impossible to prevent things from getting to you at this point. It took all she had to prevent herself from bursting into wailing sobs from the sheer pain of the wound and the frustration of her situation, and having suffered an assault like Danni had she completely understood her violent outburst.
The announcements blared to life in the background as the adrenaline in Trish's system began to subside, which slowly but expontentially increased the throbbing of her wound. She closed and squinted her eyes shut tightly as she listened to Danya casually ramble off the names of the dead, the hot tears stinging her face once more as she heard Jessa's name among the list of the dead. The pain of the wound was what ultimately prompted their release, but the grief over the loss of her friend aided her silent expression of sorrow.
The list of names rattled on, but Trish barely heard any of them until Danya made a point of emphasizing the death of Adam Dodd. She'd always felt a tinge of pity for the redhead. He'd been unfairly ostracized by the majority of his classmates (and especially their parents), and whether or not it was his fault that their class had ended up here didn't matter to her. She felt incapable of blaming anyone other than Danya for Southridge's unfortunate fate. Adam had probably suffered more than the rest of them until the moment he died. She'd have made a point to think about Adam a little more, but at the moment her thoughts were pre-occupied by her intense pain, both physical and emotional.
Trish turned her attention to Danni as she opened her eyes, clearing her throat a little and attempting to force the pain out of her mind. She wiped the tearstains off her cheeks with her clean hand, and after clearing her throat was about to ask Danni how she was feeling before the girl interrupted her.
"I'm...good. I'm fine. You?"
"Shot," was all Trish could manage with a forced smile. Danni accidentally splashed a little mud on her arm as she scrambled over to help her, but all Trish could bring herself to do was re-assure her. Nick's deceptively heavy corpse would still be weighing down on her wound if not for Danni. Not to mention, she couldn't help but wonder how much pain she'd be in if she'd taken that beating instead.
"Okay, so um, roll over, and-..."
"I'm okay. Go check on James," she interrupted, and as if she'd just had a sudden revelation Danni clumsily hobbled over towards James to check on him. Trish took the opportunity in the meantime to drag Nick's pack over towards her, flicking the safety onto his gun (she now had a pretty clear concept of how these sorts of things worked) and placing it inside. She grabbed it and hefted it over to the other side of her body, placing it down beside Danni's pack and making a note to remind her of it later. Before now she'd been the only one of the three without a firearm, so at least now she'd have a good way to defend herself.
Danni returned from checking on James, and as she clumsily prodded around the bullet wound Trish found herself seething in pain. She felt her nails dig into the tender area afterwards which provoked a high-pitched yelp from Trish, and as they finished their three-part combination and scratched right across the bullet wound Trish screamed as if a demon were being exorcised from her body.
Her wail was accompanied by a fresh burst of tears, and an even heavier burden of shame. Trish hated showing signs of weakness in front of other people, let alone crying, but the pain more unbearable than anything she'd ever felt before. She resisted the urge to sob helplessly, the tears streaming down her face as Danni pulled away from the wound.
Her cry had apparently attracted more attention though, and her grip tensed up on the AK as Steve and Gabe made their way out of the brush. Given Steve's initial reaction the last time they'd met she was hesitant to trust him, but as he approached James to check on him and him and Gabe lowered their guns, Trish respectfully did the same. She was in far too much pain to effectively fight, anyway.
Gabe McCallum was one of the few people on the island Trish could honestly say she didn't mind seeing. Her and Kara had been friends for a long time before Kara's sudden change of heart, which meant by extension Trish had shared quite a few good memories with Gabe. As he carefully took control of the situation Trish tried her best to relax and let him go to work - as far as she was concerned the bullet couldn't come out fast enough. As he gently pushed the wound apart she felt herself letting go of the gun and clenching onto Danni's forearm tightly, but before she knew it the bullet had been extracted.
When he finished, Trish exhaled a staggered breath and managed the first half-genuine smile she'd been able to make in a few days. "Thanks, Gabe..." she muttered weakly, letting go of Danni's arm shaking her head when he talked about sealing the cut up. Danni seemed to be pretty clueless on that front, and Trish didn't have the time or the energy to give her a sewing lesson.
"Just clean it out and bandage it and I should be fine. As long as nothing gets in..." She explained weakly. Through her pain she produced fairly weak logic, but she really didn't want to be here longer than she had to be. Her experience at the bridge was enough to inform her that she never wanted to come back.
She wasn't sure if it was the relative ease of the task or her concern for Trish, but Danni seemed to gather up her supplies and set to work on cleaning and bandaging the wound with surprising efficiency. She still did a fairly clumsy job of working her way around Trish to get to the wound (at one point Trish had to yank her jeans down around her knees just so Danni could position herself right, much to her shame given Gabe's presence right beside her), but after a few minutes she'd sterilized and wrapped it up tightly, prompting Trish to slip her jeans on over top of the dressing.
"Thanks, guys..." She managed, testing out the motion with her left leg. It was still painful, but with some help she was sure she'd get used to it. She'd have to. It hurt a lot less now that the bullet had been extracted as well. Trish gathered her pack up around her shoulders, slinging it over her back while still sitting on the ground. Once she'd managed that she got to her feet with Danni's help, gathering up the AK-47 as she rose. Upon seeing the gun she remembered Nick's gear, and turned to face Danni.
"I put Nick's gun in his pack. It's right beside yours. You should probably take that stuff, it looks like we'll really have to start using them now..." She was sure to whisper the last part so as not to make Gabe or Steve feel threatened at all. In the distance she heard James talking to Steve, which must've meant that he'd finally woken up, for which she was incredibly thankful.
Before approaching him however she turned to face Gabe, the expression of relief dropping off her face and being replaced with one of genuine remorse. "I'm...sorry about Kara," she struggled, shaking her head and patting Gabe on the shoulder with her free hand. The bitterness left between her and the Head Cheerleader was probably why her death hadn't affected Trish too much, but she refused to bring up any of that now. That was all in the past, and now Kara was dead. None of it mattered anymore.
After recollecting herself she gathered up James' handgun from Hayden's hand, which had already started to rigor. One of his fingers cracked sickeningly as she pried the Ballester-Molina away, but after she'd secured it she walked back over to James, making sure the safety was on before grabbing the gun by the barrel and offering it back to him.
"Are you feeling okay?" She asked first, checking to see if he was all right to go on without too much support. "I think we should get out of here, it's too dangerous..."
G23: Claire Lambert: Property of the Fabulous Mr. Toben
B65: Dorian Ibanescu: Coastline
B57 - Jeff Marontate: Cleaved
B120: Jim Middleton: Pummeled
G61: Anna Grout: Submitted
G62: Andrea Vanlandingham: Martyred
G39 Alexis Machina: Crushed
G23: Trish McCarroll: Defeated
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