Standing at rest for the moment, Ione tried to ignore the thickening stench that was becoming ever more prominent. The taste of bile still lingered in her mouth and her stomach still rolled unpleasantly. With such a combination, getting sick yet again was still in the cards. Taking shallow breaths Ione was about to turn around and beat a retreat when someone called out to her. Or that's what Ione assumed considering there was no one else on the street. Feeling jittery, wondering whether this was a friend or foe, Ione stepped further into the alley.
A girl was stumbling towards her, blood stained and injured. Chewing on her lip, Ione considered the girl. Looks were deceiving, yea, but this person did not seem to be the villain in all this. "Hey...um yeah. I'm okay. Uh...well...better than you anyway." Self consciously, Ione's hand drifted to the lump on her forehead. She forced her hand back down to her side, pushing both hands into the pockets of her hoodie.
"Do you need help or anything?"
Ione was unsure what to do with herself. It was obvious this girl was worse off than herself, what with the blood and all. If she keeled over from shock or blood loss, Ione would be the epitome of useless. She had no cell phone with her and there wasn't exactly anyone around to help them. Silently and selfishly, Ione prayed the girl would be fine.