"Can we just focus on getting your leg fixed, though?" Jenga looked down at havens leg, noticing it was still bleeding, although not a lot. Marc glanced back at them, flashing a friendly smile. "We're almost there, but we should take a break. Too much stress on that leg will not help the situation," Marc said. For the first time Jenga noticed that Marc spoke with a slight southern drawl, his voice actually pretty deep and scratchy. Jenga nodded, and went over to a broken car. She set Haven down against the front bumper. "I actually got some cream that can reduce the pain, will that help?" Jenga asked. Marc came over as she kneeled down, rummaging through her back. She gave Marc a wary glance, scooting over slightly just in case. Marc noticed, but didn't say anything, keeping his hands out of his pockets to show he was of no harm.
Jenga stood back up, showing the tube of cream to Marc, who inspected it before nodding. "Should do the trick. Y'all can sit here for a bit, I'm gonna go make sure there's no patrols coming down the street," Marc said, backing up a bit before starting to walk a few yards away. Jenga opened the pain relief cream, and put some on her fingers, she looked to haven before starting to gingerly put it on her wound, trying to avoid touching the actual wound. It was bloody and red, hot with irritation. "God this is really bad... I can't imagine how much pain you're in," Jenga mumbled, a deep frown on her face. Once she put a generous amount of ointment on Havens leg she stood up, and started to undo her own bandages on her arm. Although it wasn't as bad as Havens leg, it was still red and puffy. Sighing Jenga looked over to see Marc was walking back over. "Damn, those are some pretty good slices... How did you say you got them again?" Marc looked between the girls. "We fell into a river... It was raining hard and we were running from a pack of infected," Jenga mumbled. Marc nodded, and was about to kneel down and take a close look at Havens leg, sending Jenga into an instant state of defence. "Hey," She warned, her accent thick with hostility. She took a step forward, reaching back for the gun in her waist line. Marc froze, instantly putting his hands up. "Sorry!... I just wanted to take a look, doctors impulse..."
Jenga remained tense until Marc moved a good distance away. The doctor scoffed, looking at Haven and Jenga. "You two are a piece of work, you know that?... Let's get moving, my truck is only a block or two farther." He turned and started to walk away. Keeping an eye on him, Jenga helped Haven up, wrapping Havens arm around her shoulder again. She kept quiet.