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"Sure. Duck." He said, pushing the doctor's head down. He peered over the corner and fired at the remaining soldiers. Zoe and Connor had taken down all but three. Rob dragged the doctor to the front door, stepping over bodies. "All clear here!" He called out. "Get some body parts and then we'll be on our way." He turned back to the doctor holding her in a harsh grip by her upper arm. He wasn't taking any chances on her bolting. "She's been getting worse." Rob told her. "Congestion, lethargy, and this terrible cough. I have her some ginger and garlic last night, we don't have medicine."
She whimpered at his harsh touch. "Has there been any? It could just be a sinple infection but if there's blood that could mean trouble."
"No blood as far as I can tell." Rob said, leading the doctor back to the truck. He opened the door and placed a hand on Ana's arm. "This doctor is gonna look you over." He said a lot more gently. He handed the med kit to the doctor and stepped back.
Ana whimpered softly as the doctor touched her head. After a few minutes of teasting, the doctor sighed. "Not good at all."
Zoe came back with bloody hands and a disgruntled expression. "Got your dam.n scalps." She said, throwing them in the truck bed. Rob wasn't listening though. "What do you mean?" He asked the doctor. "What's wrong with her?"
She held out her hand, dripping with Ana's blood. "Tubercliosus. She coughed this up."
"What?" Rob's face paled. "You can fix it right?" He demanded. Rob had no clue how Ana could have contracted TB. Even he had gotten a vaccination when he was younger, and his mother wasn't what could be considered responsible. He was pretty sure he would've noticed if they came across a person coughing up blood as well.
She shook her head. "It's hard to say how. SHe's got it though." Ana began to cry. "Am I going to die Rob?"
Rob went over to Ana's side and grabbed her hand, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "No." He said. "You ain't gonna die, or I'm gonna go on a rampage. Can't have that, can we." Rob held her close and looked back to the doctor. "I don't care what you have to do, you fix her up, or I'll be forced to put a bullet tween your eyes."
Her eyes widened. "Please don't kill me!" Ana grabbed his shirt weakly. "Don't. Please..."
"Weren't you listening? I said I wouldn't kill you. You just gotta help her." Rob said, a little more frantically. He had no clue if the loyalists still had access to medicine, but they probably had at least something better then what Rob could find. He ripped open the med kit and started rifling through it.
She carefully assessed Ana's condition, sitting the girl up. "She needs time to get better. Her wounds aren't healing properly. You need to find somewhere you can lay low. I'll go with you. I didn't like the institute anyway."
"Ok." Rob said. "Get in." He hopped in the driver's side and closed the door, wrapping an arm around Ana's shoulders. "Don't worry." He said. "You're gonna get better and be bashing skulls in no time."
Ana nodded slowly, her lips dripping blood.
Rob continued driving in silence until they got off the main road and started barreling through the woods. They drove for about twenty minutes until they found an abandoned cabin. Rob pulled over and got out of the truck, pistol in hand to make sure the cabin actually was abandoned. "We're good." He said, coming back outside. He helped Ana out of the truck and threw one of her arms around his shoulder. "I'll make you some tea." He said. "Are you hungry?"
Ana collapsed against him, cringing. "The tea sounds rather nice."