[ peter feels her go limp against him and the low buzz of panic promptly filters in. is she... oh, shit— ]
Hey. Hey. [ he shakes her a little, gently, half expecting her to answer but a bigger part of him knowing he probably won't get one. his other arm wraps around her to hold her more securely as he glances around them, but like he'd seen earlier, there's nothing as far as he can see. ] Fuck. Shit.
[ okay. okay. this is fine. he can work with this. first things first, he checks if she's still breathing, which she thankfully still is. that's good. he thinks briefly about going back towards the scrapyard to find yom crook and the medbots, but the thought of getting saddled with more debt makes him hesitate. they'd probably put it on her tab and that's nothing she needs right now. squinting in the opposite direction towards where the city should be, he breathes out harshly and scoops wanda up in his arms, walking around the truck to the passenger side. it's a two hour drive, but if he floors it, maybe he can cut it down a little.
he manages to maneuver her carefully into the seat, making sure to buckle her in securely before taking off his jacket, flipping it inside out and tucking it around her shoulders. it's not a blanket, but it'll do. next, her bike gets tied down in the back, held in place by some straps and crates keeping it upright. not the best, but again, it'll have to do. from there, all that's left is to continue on down the road and hope she'll wake up during the trip, or he can get her some medical attention. ]
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Hey. Hey. [ he shakes her a little, gently, half expecting her to answer but a bigger part of him knowing he probably won't get one. his other arm wraps around her to hold her more securely as he glances around them, but like he'd seen earlier, there's nothing as far as he can see. ] Fuck. Shit.
[ okay. okay. this is fine. he can work with this. first things first, he checks if she's still breathing, which she thankfully still is. that's good. he thinks briefly about going back towards the scrapyard to find yom crook and the medbots, but the thought of getting saddled with more debt makes him hesitate. they'd probably put it on her tab and that's nothing she needs right now. squinting in the opposite direction towards where the city should be, he breathes out harshly and scoops wanda up in his arms, walking around the truck to the passenger side. it's a two hour drive, but if he floors it, maybe he can cut it down a little.
he manages to maneuver her carefully into the seat, making sure to buckle her in securely before taking off his jacket, flipping it inside out and tucking it around her shoulders. it's not a blanket, but it'll do. next, her bike gets tied down in the back, held in place by some straps and crates keeping it upright. not the best, but again, it'll have to do. from there, all that's left is to continue on down the road and hope she'll wake up during the trip, or he can get her some medical attention. ]