Nina
In the blink of an eye, Tiffany shoved her way up to me and slammed her medical bag down on the floor. In one swift motion, she yanked the glass out of my leg, dumped a bunch of alcohol on it that made me cry out in pain, then wrapped it tightly with gauze and a bandage.
“Sorry,” she muttered when she was finished, standing and closing her medical bag. “Better to get it over with quickly.”
I nodded, still biting my lip from the burn of the alcohol, but I knew that we had to get moving; I also knew that my leg would heal on its own rather quickly.
“Let’s move,” Enzo said to the group, then turned to me with a concerned expression on his face as Tiffany began to lead the group of scared students further into the tunnels. “Can you walk?”
I nodded again, then attempted to hobble forw
