She wiped another tear from her eye and shrugged. She was better off not thinking about those things. She glanced over to the left side of the fire and saw Tasha, the wounded woman from earlier, lying there and she got up and walked over there.

“Hey,” she said softly with a frown, kneeling down next to her. “You feeling any better?”

Tasha Williams & Shane McCutcheon

Tasha was focused so intently on the crackling fire that the sudden presence almost startled her. It was one of the moms from before.

"Oh, hey. Yeah, better than I was before." The woman had the most gorgeous eyes Tasha had ever seen. Tasha turned back to the fire. She didn’t say anything for a long moment.

"How about you?" she finally asked.

"I’ll be alright," Shane said and smiled a little, following Tasha’s example and looked at the bonfire in front of them. She didn’t seem like she wanted Shane to leave, but she didn’t exactly show any signs of wanting to talk to her either, so Shane just stayed silent.

Tasha tried to think of something to say to this woman. She’d been on the periphery of her consciousness all day, along with the blonde and their kids and even crazy Phyllis who helped set her leg, not really registering. Everyone was pushed to the background by pain and fear.

But now that she was sitting beside her, Tasha became curious. And she couldn’t think of a question she felt comfortable asking.

"My name’s Tasha, by the way," she finally said.

Jenny Schecter

Exhaling slowly, Jenny settled down on her side so that she could be face-to-face with Jodi during this procedure. With the mirror still held up in the right spot so the moonlight reflected off of it’s surface, the azure hued lady turned her gaze upon Jodi and gave her a smile as Papi spoke to her, repeating every word clearly so that her lips could be read.

She couldn’t deny that the sounds of this woman’s pain made her cringe, for they certainly did that and more. It was then that Jenny really wished she had her carry-on bag. It was filled with various types of medication that the therapist had given her, including some painkillers. This wasn’t just about her own migraine anymore, she realized. Some of these people would be in a lot of pain, hell…even she was feeling pain from having taken a hit to the shoulder from a piece of shrapnel. Surprisingly, though, it didn’t quite bother her as much as she thought…especially when she had something to keep her mind off of it.