Morningside Cuesta bone marrow pen

She'd heard the fringes of the first call. A sound of faint desperation that isn't as familiar as it should be. Still, her legs kicked into gear.

When the second call (louder, stronger, help), she moves even faster. She carries herself over the terrain she has worked to memorize and she struggles a little to make her way through but she does with not quite enough breath to be of much use. Grayday is on the ground and Dawn is there, with Heartha. Her ears splay back as she hovers close, afraid to close the distance and do the inspection herself and instead she frantically looks to the older woman.

"What can I do?" she blurts out, not realizing the man's last words had been her name. It is everything in her power not to give in and rush to his side. "He'll... he'll be okay right?"

"Right?"