She cried out, stumbling to the ground, her hand on her leg. She was shaking and when she pulled her hand away, there was blood.
She pressed her hand to the wound, trying to stand. "I... I'm sure I can... Go on ahead, Abel, I'll catch up. I'll meet you at home."
She looked around as the shot missed and she leaned on him, taking deep breaths. "You might have to, Abel. I'll slow you down."
She bit her lip as she put weight on it, holding back a whimper. "Yeah. I have to. Once we get to the buildings, we'll be safe... come on."
She leaned against the wall as they got back to the bunker, sliding to the ground and clutching her leg.
Her eyes were closed when he returned, her head leaning back against the wall and her hand tight against the wound.