Yeah. You do.
On hiatus until I deal with some stuff! I promise to be back soon, though.
(There are a few things off, so I’ll just go ahead and try to clarify things in my post… Please ask if you’re confused :3)
"She’s hanging in there, but she’s losing a lot of blood. A few people went out to try and find Lincoln. He went out to replenish our supplies while waiting for you and Lena to return," Tess replied to Alan’s question about Lena’s well being.
"Lincoln?" Alan asked, a confused look over his face. The last Alan had seen of Lincoln was earlier that morning in the kitchen when Emilio was talking about how Jahel was missing. Lincoln had paired up with AJ and Alan with Lena, not only to make Lincoln jealous but also to spend more time with her without someone breathing down their necks. But if Lincoln had been out looking for Jahel as well, then why was he now out gathering supplies when Jahel was still missing.
"Yes. Emmet found Jahel a while ago and radioed everyone to return to the Magus," Tess explained, a confused look on her face as well. Alan and Lena only ever received static on their walkie-talkie, so they never knew that Jahel had been found. "She was sleep-walking and didn’t even know it," Tess went on to explain, but Alan was no longer listening. Why had everyone else received the radio message telling them to return to the boat when Lena and Alan hadn’t received anything? It had to be the beast’s fault, Alan concluded to himself. He let out a shaky breath and looked down at the blood covering his shirt. He had to do something. Alan pushed pass Tess and followed the blood trail to the navigation room where Lena laid, completely passed out.
Just as Alan began removing his thin, plaid over-shirt to try and wrap Lena’s wound, Lincoln entered and immediately began evaluating the situation. He ordered for someone to get the kit and Alan let Tess find it as he finished taking off his button-down shirt to reveal his white tank top underneath, which only had a couple of droplets of blood on it. Alan still had a fanny pack on with medical supplies in it, but he doubted it had anything Lincoln really needed. Tess returned with a large kit and handed it over to Lincoln, who cleaned and wrapped Lena’s wound. However, Alan noticed that she still looked pale and lifeless. He swallowed deeply and continued watching, waiting for Lincoln to say, “She’ll be fine,” but he never did, so Alan took the initiative. “Is she going to be okay? God damn… she has to be okay!” he barked angrily. He couldn’t even fathom the idea of having Lena die because he wasn’t strong enough to protect her.
(Were we wanting them to go out in search for a medical facility in hopes of finding most supplies?)
When Lincoln was finished stitching Lena up, he sighed and looked down at her with a somber expression. He was still in own his mind, knowing the inevitable but hesitating to let it sink in. Alan broke the silence, waking him up. Lincoln clenched his jaw and lifted his head.
"She’s lost more than three pints," Lincoln said, his voice sounding stiff. "She needs a blood transfusion."
The room seemed to freeze.
Tess was staring at Lincoln. “Wh…” she started, trailing off. She was speechless. They both knew what this meant for Lena—unless they could somehow, miraculously, supply the blood and equipment Lena needed for the transfusion. But Lincoln wasn’t going to say anything. He hadn’t made a decision yet—was still trying to think.
"How are we going to do that?" Tess asked abruptly. Lincoln glanced at Lena, then at his mother. He didn’t know what to say.
// Lincoln-cole’s account was deactivated, so this thread has come to an end.
Yeah. You do.
Product of listening to salvia plath for an hour and my mother refusing to stop glancing at what im drawing