Indecision and doubt plagued Petrushka's mind as she approached the one-eyed girl, her hands trembling as the realization came that if she didn't do this right, this girl could die, and it would be her fault. This, of course, did absolutely to help the situation. But still, at least the girl she followed here was still present, and with her help, maybe she could pull this off.
...and then the girl in question acted like a total bitch and ran off.
"ебена мать!" Petrushka cursed as she found herself facing this dilemma by herself, on the verge of tears as the pressure just kept piling up on top of her, higher and higher, until it felt like it would crush her. She wanted nothing more at this moment to just curl up into a ball and escape from reality, escape from this living hell she was in, and hopefully somebody else would come along and take this burden off her hands.
But that wasn't going to happen. This was her dilemma to face, and she was just going to have to power through it. Swallowing hard, she reached out with the shirt, trying to steady her hands as best she could. "P-please hold still..." She said, her voice quivering as she applied the shirt to the wound, pressing down. Soon, the spot began to turn red, the redness spreading, and panic began to well up again. Wasn't this supposed to work? Was she doing it wrong? This wasn't fair! She didn't have any proper medical training, but she had to deal with something like this!
Fortunately, she noticed that the red spot started to spread a lot more slowly, and then finally stopped altogether. Did she do it? Taking a deep breath, she pulled the shirt back and noticed that the one-eyed girl's bleeding had slowed greatly. It was working. Maybe if she kept it up a while longer...
But then she heard a voice behind her, and wheeled around to see one of the boys who had ran from the hut, and apparently returned to lend a hand. Petrushka suddenly realized that she'd been holding her breath, and wasn't even sure how long she'd done it. She let it go in a loud gasp, panting as all the fear and tension and such that she'd just crammed into a corner to deal with the situation at hand just exploded outward. She began to tremble again, tears pouring down her face as she fell back into a sitting position, letting the boy take over.
The anxiety quickly gave way to exhaustion. She felt like she should feel proud, or at least happy that she helped save someone's live, but instead she just felt dead tired. She wasn't sure if she could keep going like this. It had only been one day, and already she'd run into two players, witnessed someone die right in front of her, and had to save somebody else from joining that list. And it was bound to get even worse from here as the game really picked up. She was so exhausted she didn't even realize that she should probably be at least a bit embarrassed that the boy had caught her with her shirt off (or that she should apparently feel the same about the one-eyed girl.)
As the boy picked up the one-eyed girl, they apparently agreed to go off to some infirmary that was apparently on the island, and the one-eyed girl wanted her to carry her bag for her. Petrushka knew she should agree and follow after (safety in numbers, right?) But first she just wanted to sit and rest for a bit. She'd have to go back and get her own pack, too, as it had a fresh change of clothes, and walking around wearing a bloodstained shirt probably wasn't really going to endear her to anyone else she ran across.
"O...okay..." She said as she others took off. She just needed to rest...just for a little bit longer.
Enough expository banter! Now we fight like men! And ladies! And ladies who dress like men! For Gilgamesh...it is MORPHIN' TIME!
"N-n-no, I-I'm not scared."
"If you're looking for friends, I don't think I can help you with that."
"To hell with you! If anyone here deserves to live, it's me!"
- [+] Spoiler
Maria "Animal" Graham is dead at the Residential District.
Duncan McMahon is dead at the Residential District.
Sebastian Decartes is dead at the Infirmary.
Petrushka Ivanova is dead at the Groundskeeper's Hut.
banthesun wrote:She wanted those horrible metal balls to stop banging against her legs
ZombiexCreame wrote:But would Celeste even want help from a guy that whips out his pistol without a second thought?