Holiday had a first-aid kit in hand and dared to go a little further for a water tight bag, but that was it. She was done. There were a few weapons in there that she could see and she desperately wanted to get her hands on a box of those bullets, but... she liked her arm. She didn't want to lose it again.
The doctor had just turned away from the fighting to make a dash for the sidelines, when a red blur shot out in front of her. At first, she paid no mind and only dodged around, until she realized it was Hawkeye. Hawkeye? That was one of the last people she expected to go for the Cornucopia.
Her head whipped around to take a second glance. Perhaps he had been given a pep talk or realized that some of these spoils were worth dying for, but he had nothing in hand and was walking right over anything that could be of use without any direction towards something. No, he was going to people. Checking the dead. Trying to find the living. She didn't know if he had just flashed back to military duty or was actually that insane, but she did curse herself as she took another step away and thought better of it. He was going to get himself killed.
She swore under her breath again and slung her pack over her shoulder, knowing that Jack was either screaming at the TV or drowning in whiskey as this stupidity of her showed. Holiday ran back into the fray and grabbed his shoulder. "Hawkeye!"
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The doctor had just turned away from the fighting to make a dash for the sidelines, when a red blur shot out in front of her. At first, she paid no mind and only dodged around, until she realized it was Hawkeye. Hawkeye? That was one of the last people she expected to go for the Cornucopia.
Her head whipped around to take a second glance. Perhaps he had been given a pep talk or realized that some of these spoils were worth dying for, but he had nothing in hand and was walking right over anything that could be of use without any direction towards something. No, he was going to people. Checking the dead. Trying to find the living. She didn't know if he had just flashed back to military duty or was actually that insane, but she did curse herself as she took another step away and thought better of it. He was going to get himself killed.
She swore under her breath again and slung her pack over her shoulder, knowing that Jack was either screaming at the TV or drowning in whiskey as this stupidity of her showed. Holiday ran back into the fray and grabbed his shoulder. "Hawkeye!"