Nicky's POV
Ryder stops for a second and puts his hands on his knees, taking deep breaths. "s**t," He mutters as he stares at Quinn's back as she continues on through the forest. "How the hell can she keep going?"
I stop next to him and stare at his side pointedly. "She hasn't been shot," I state. "And hasn't refused to have said gunshot wound treated until we get somewhere safe."
Of course, I'm currently beyond exhausted myself just trying to keep up with her as well. Quinn may be small and fragile looking but that girl was having no trouble moving through this forest at a near sprint for the first ten minutes or so when we were originally trying to get away.
And she isn't even winded in the least.
Ryder glares at me and pushes up so he's standing tall. He winces in pain and presses
