"How did you even manage to do this?" The redhead mutters underneath her breath, continuing to apply pressure to the wound seeping blood on your bicep. The two of you had ran off from the others once things calmed down. She didn't really want to be near them right now. Near Jackie. Not after she left her to die in the plane fire. She did, however, want to be near you. You were the only one to go back and save her. It was probably a stupid decision on your part, but something in you had to save her. It was like you moved without thinking. And once you'd managed to get her out of the plane, with you following behind, you stumbled and managed to stab a tree branch into your arm in the process. Misty had gotten the splinters out, but it was still bleeding. She said it would stop soon enough.

"Well, my bad for saving your ass and somehow injuring myself in the process." Your tone is light, trying to make the mood a little less somber. She laughs softly, and in turn, you laugh too, looking down to the woodland ground you were sitting on. When you look up, a piece of your hair sticks to one of your fluttering lashes, still wet with earlier tears. Van can't help but reach out and brush the strand away, behind your ear. You just look at her, and she pauses for a moment before letting her hand drop. It's silent until she speaks up again.

"How- how long do you think we're going to be out here for?"