“Those are probably okay to remove,” I told her, “But avoid disturbing any close to the arteries, here, here and here.”
Yeah, glass in the arm is better than bleeding until he can get help from someone who can patch him up.
“He doesn’t have cuts there.”
“Good,” I told her. “But you should know for later, for when you’re helping others.”
Good thinking. And Taylor’s implicitly saying “you’ll be doing this for other people too, riiight?”, putting more of that social pressure on the woman by implying that her helping others is something that should be taken for granted.
She pointed at her leg. Sand had flayed the skin of her foot and calf and turned the muscle a dirty brown color. “I can’t really walk.”
Then others should come to her. Simple as that.
“You won’t need to.”
A plan was coalescing in my mind. A way to give people something to do and give them some indication they’d eventually get help.
See: distracting them. 🙂
But yes, by putting them to use, she keeps them away from bothering the paramedics, while at the same time getting the benefits of more people doing useful things.
The problem was, I needed materials to carry this out, and there wasn’t much nearby. It meant I had to get the materials from my lair.
Hm. Alright. What sort of materials do you need?
I wasn’t willing to leave for any length of time, though, and I didn’t want to spare Charlotte, either.
And Sierra’s off at the hospital, probably making sure her family is alright.
Would’ve been nice to have some Coildiers around right now.
So I guess bugs are the best remaining option other than informing someone from the crowd on how to get into the Hive, which I doubt Taylor wants to do.
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