Redhawk Caldera idk what to name this

Brecheliant was not a place where Bridget was accustomed to hearing calls for help, but when it came her response was immediate. She grabbed what few things she had nearby and began to run for the border. Running still didn't come naturally to her and even when she pushed herself, she wasn't nearly as fast as she used to be.

Most likely wounds. She couldn't really know what she was dealing with until she got there but she began to run over lists in her head, things she might do to help. At least, when she got there, it didn't take her long to spot him.

It was definitely wounds, and they weren't fresh. This worried her more because the longer they went without care, the worse things could sometimes be. Bridget dropped what she was carrying and moved in to inspect him carefully, ignoring the fact that he was a complete stranger. Hey, can you hear me? Can you tell me what did this? Who he was didn't matter so much. She could worry about that after she saved his life.