You got shot in Blackwater, during the big escape after the failed ferry heist.

You’re laid in a wagon with Mary-Beth. Mary-Beth tending to you the best she can as the wagon hastily and rockily moves up the mountains. It’s been a few hours of non-stop moving.

You’re on a bedroll, Mary-Beth knelt next to you.

“I know this hurts, but try n’ hold still...” She murmurs softly to you as she works, but there’s worry lacing her tone.