Pruna was covered in blood, and as far as she could tell most of it wasn't hers. A lot of it was Sandy's though and that made her angry, as angry as she could be in the emptiness. She had to get them out of here so she could look at her friends arm properly. So she was half dragging Sandy, ignoring her own injuries for now, deep in the emptiness, put aside until another time.

"You do still be breathing right?" She checked, Sandy better not die. Pruna would be mad if Sandy died.