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Danny stumbled into the door, Mara leaning heavily against his shoulder. He glanced sideways at her and gave an encouraging smile. "How you holding up?" he asked, shrugging her higher, so he could move a little better.

Mara kicked the door closed behind them and winced as they stumbled inside. "Alright, but I'm definitely gonna take something cuz it hurts like hell," she murmured softly.

Danny nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I don't blame you. Here, sit down." He led her to a chair that sat near the middle of the room. Danny gently lowered to the chair and pulled a small stool over. "Put your leg up," he said quietly, standing up and walking over to the door again. He pulled the bolt securely over the door.

Mara let out a small sigh as she sat down. She carefully lifted her leg onto the stool and then unlaced her boot before pulling the pant leg up to reveal what the undead had done to her. She hadn't noticed the bleeding because of the boot and how it had compressed her leg. There were about three ragged cuts in her skin because of how hard the zombie had gripped her.

Danny turned again to look at Mara and took a sharp intake of breath, eyes widening. "Shit, it got you good, didn't it?" He made his way over to Mara's side and got to his knees. His backpack came off his shoulder with ease and he unzipped it, grabbing some alcohol. "This is going to hurt," he warned, unscrewing the lid. He held out his hand to her. "Squeeze if you need to."

Mara leaned her head back and looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds. "I can't fucking believe this..." she murmured to herself and then looked down to Danny. She nodded a little and took his hand, biting the inside of her cheek while she waited for him to start cleaning the rips in her skin.

Danny glanced up at Mara and bit his lip. "I'm sorry, Mara," he muttered. After she took his hand, Danny took a deep breath and let the alcohol pour onto her injury. He watched as the liquid bubbled on the wound, making sizzling noises and filling the air with the scent of alcohol. He could almost feel the heat as it cleaned out the scratch.

Mara tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She squeezed Danny's hand, but not enough to hurt him. She bit her cheek to keep herself from making any kind of sound as he cleaned her ankle. She breathed in and out deeply through her nose.

Danny put the bottle of alcohol back on the ground and patted her arm with his free hand. "Hold on for a second. I'm going to wrap it up." Danny reached into the backpack again, retrieving a roll of gauze. He pulled one end free from the roll and glanced up at Mara. Carefully, he placed the beginning just to the right of the wound and carefully began to wrap the bandage around her ankle. When he was finished, Danny clipped the opposite end and gave a satisfied sigh. "There you go. How does it feel?"

"Like I want to cut off my leg," Mara muttered her answer. She let out a sigh and opened her eyes to look down at her ankle. It looked pretty terrible to her, knowing that at some point she would have to run on it and it wasn't going to be good. She ran her hands through her bright red hair and then let them fall in her lap.

Danny gave a dry laugh, "well, unfortunately for you, that is not an option right now." He laid a hand on her knee and offered a half smile. "I'm sure it'll heal," he tried to sound convincing, but he wasn't sure that it worked.