Dahlia sat and listened as Nate reassured Kenna, and from the way it sounded, it seemed like Kenna was thinking about turning herself in, thinking it would save them. She wanted to tell her she was wrong, but Nate had that covered. He said everything she would have said, and besides, she'd told him to pretend she wasn't there, so she just focused on bandaging her friend's wound while they talked.
“Listen, this whole thing is real cute, but if we don’t get somewhere with a hospital, I’m fucked.” Dahlia glanced up as Keegan walked in, and she sighed at the sight of him. He was up and moving, at least, but she knew he was right. They didn't have very long. The bandage on his chest had already bled through, and she'd only been gone a few minutes. She sighed and finished off Kenna's bandage before glancing between the three of them.
"Fuck." She breathed, standing and running her fingers through her hair. "How are we going to do this? We all know they're tracking us. It'll be a miracle if they're not waiting for us when we dock." Now that she wasn't busy and she was thinking about it again, Dahlia could feel herself falling apart again. "And even if they're not there, how the fuck are we supposed to get Keegan to the hospital and get him care before they show up?" Dahlia could feel herself starting to freak out so she took a deep breath and sighed.
"We're fucked." She breathed and turned away from them, hating that she was practically about to having a mental breakdown in front of them.
Nate smiled when she nodded, glad she wasn't giving up, even though he knew it was hard. He wasn't going to let her just give herself to Kai because, not only would it be pointless, but he knew she didn't really want that and she'd be absolutely miserable. He couldn't do that to her, he loved to to much to be so selfish as to trade give away her happiness for his life. If anything it was the other way around. He'd die for her happiness if he had to.
“Listen, this whole thing is real cute, but if we don’t get somewhere with a hospital, I’m fucked.” Keegan said and he glanced up at him, coming over to them. He looked worse than he'd assumed. There was a bandage in the center of his chest, and he could tell by where it was and the way he looked like he was having a hard time just breathing, it had hit his lung. He was, by far, the worst off of all of them, with three shots, one of them still bleeding badly. He was right. He needed to get to a hospital.
"Fuck." Dahlia breathed and he glanced at her. She didn't look so good either, but less because of physical wounds and more because the stress was getting to her. Her hands were shaking and he watched her stand, starting to list what they all knew was probably going to happen once they got to land.
Nate sighed and stood, running his fingers through his hair, trying to think. There had to be a way out of the mess they were in, he just couldn't see it and it drove him nuts because he was used to having the answers and they were quickly losing control of the situation, not that they'd had a ton of control to begin with.