Redhawk Caldera Put it in reverse, Terry!

In the end, it didn't matter that medically she knew Towhee shouldn't travel. Bridget didn't have the heart to lie to a mother about what she'd been told, and she knew that if she had kids, she'd have never forgiven someone who did that to her. That didn't stop her from lambasting Towhee's stupidity as she ignored her advice and attempted to make her way home without any help, of all things.

After checking to make sure she hadn't killed herself, Bridget managed to shove Towhee into a better position and treated her paw one more time while she was out. This wasn't how she'd have chosen her to get the additional rest but fuck, if it worked, it worked. Initially she watched, but lack of sleep was catching up to her... and next thing she knew, her fitful doze was broken when something next to her jolted and then abruptly took off.

The fucking hell! Still disoriented from sleep, she staggered off and took off after Towhee, trying to shake it. As a result, she was still trailing behind the obviously worry-crazed mother when she hit the dirt again as she crossed the Caldera border. She flinched at the cry, but her sympathy was curtailed by the annoyance that she was a medic, not a miracle worker.

Ignoring the border that she was now definitely trespassing on, Bridget came to stand square in front of Towhee, bristling. If you were worried about it not healing, then nice job, because there's shit I can do if you're going to treat it like that. Are you fucking kidding me?