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Bridget let out a breath of surprise as the man began to slip towards the ground, pausing in what she was doing to catch him. Shit. Yeah, that'd help. She could hold him, but she couldn't while doing what she needed to, and Bronco seemed strong enough. She waited for him to take her place, then slipped carefully away, tottering a little before finding her balance and rounding to check his vitals.

We need to get him to some water. And I really don't like the look of these wounds. He's burning up. She said, pressing her nose gently against his temple. Shit indeed.

Can you carry him? I can help. As soon as they got him there she'd try and get him to drink, then attempt to bring his temperature down and finish patching the worst of these up. Tonight would be a long one for her but she was more than ready for the challenge. He wasn't dying on her watch.

can be my last!