Hands brushing yours, the cool feeling of an alcohol wipe against your raw skin. It burned, but was soothed after by Abby's touch. Her eyes leaving your skin for a second to gaze into your own. "If you weren't so careless, you wouldn't be here y'know," she said, her tone completely serious. Your winces of pain made her tense anxiously, so she tried her best to relax both you and herself by patting your thigh lightly; which seemed like an attempt at affection on her part.

Being reckless on a mission that was supposed to be easy, had led you here. A simple supply run, turned into your arm being torn up by a rusted fence. Thankfully Abby was there, or you probably would not be treated for your wounds now.