Annie Cooper was keeping an eye on the three women trying to make them more comfortable and still trying to ascertain the extent of their injuries.
“How are they doing?” Bass Heartly asked on one of his rounds.
“Hell, I don’t know,” Annie replied, frustrated. “I think Phylicia has dislocated her hip and has some broken ribs, but I can’t be sure. Heather and Kimberly seem to be better off, but not by much. All of them are severely dehydrated and starving!”
“We don’t have enough food for everyone,” Bass replied, “but you can give them some water.” Bass handed her his waterskin, which she took.
“Thanks,” Annie replied and then drank deeply. When she had enough, she tossed the waterskin to Kimberly, who drank her fill before passing the waterskin to Heather.
“I have patrols out, so we sho
