"Whoa hey!" Yvette yelped as Thomas had attempted to walk himself. "Don't be stupi-" She was about to grab onto his shirt collar, but instead someone had caught him. "Uh..." Maybe what Thomas was rambling about was true? Her Uncle was right... And he was far from being sane. She immediately ran to her ally's side, yanked him away from the other male and dipped her head down. "He's in my care, sorry for the trouble."
She cleared her throat, gave the man a long stare, and shook her head. "Uh, fuck. I need a med kit, because there's no way he's going to survive a ride to the hospital like this. Do me a favor, go inside and start screaming or something." Yvette propped him up at the wall and removed her jacket so that she'd be able to tear a part of her shirt to at least delay the bleeding slightly while whoever had so decided to help would actually do something.
The phone in her back jeans pocket buzzed, making her raise a brow and check real quick before scoffing and setting it to the side so that she would be able to focus on her injured ally. "God damn... You really fucked yourself over." She murmured, shaking her head lightly as she wrapped the torn piece of cloth over his wound.
"Please hurry up with the kit?"
She cleared her throat, gave the man a long stare, and shook her head. "Uh, fuck. I need a med kit, because there's no way he's going to survive a ride to the hospital like this. Do me a favor, go inside and start screaming or something." Yvette propped him up at the wall and removed her jacket so that she'd be able to tear a part of her shirt to at least delay the bleeding slightly while whoever had so decided to help would actually do something.
The phone in her back jeans pocket buzzed, making her raise a brow and check real quick before scoffing and setting it to the side so that she would be able to focus on her injured ally. "God damn... You really fucked yourself over." She murmured, shaking her head lightly as she wrapped the torn piece of cloth over his wound.
"Please hurry up with the kit?"