"When you feel like quitting think about why you started!"
Kennedy-Leigh McCally
As she lay silently thinking to herself, Kennedy stilll allowed many thoughts to play in her head; why was Tonx so ill? Was Donald right? How long could they stay here? Could she deal with the pressure? and most importantly, what had happened to the others? She allowed these questions to play on her mind for several minutes, but no reasonable explanation seemed to come to mind. Ken wasn't tired or anything, just a little exhausted, her mind more than her physical state. Allowing an exaggerated sigh to blow past her lip's the lass pushed herself down and now lay flat on her back, eye's at the ceiling; like Tonx had previously been lying. She couldn't stop thinking about Tonx, was she really pregnant? Sure this would bring a lot of stress and probably slow them down, but if she was, Kennedy was happy for her. It would be nice to start a family, have a boyfriend or a child of your own, of course this was less likely possible in this hell hole. Feeling something soft brush against her leg the blonde looked down, it was just Sooty. The dog she remembered rescuing, she remembered looking into her chocolate eyes, which were once filled with sorrow and drained of life were now large and as bright as ever. With a faint smile now on her face the lass lowered her hand and brushed it back and forth across the dogs smooth coat; looking down at the white-patched canine she smiled, the dog seemed concerned about her., this caused her to laugh quietly to herself, sure she was stressed and all but she was tough, and sometimes dealt well with stress. So the group should do just fine.
After a few minutes movement in the corner of her eye drew the lasses attention. She watched as Tonx muttered something to Clark, then headed over to the windows edge, Clark then seeming to try and comfort the lass whom was still in a slight state. Before she could close her eyes a deep voice caught her attention, a one she now recognized as Donalds. Turning her attention from the white surface she was once sterring at she allowed her head to turn, her eyes resting upon the dark haired male. Smiling, revealing her pearly whites, she placed her hands on the bed and pushed herself up, now into a sitting position. As the bloke spoke about her wounds she glanced down at the once forgotten marks, which were only recently remembered. Lowering her hand she rubbed at the gash and let out a quiet chuckle "I forgot about these.." she spoke clumsily, looking back up the lad whom offered her some ointment for her wounds. Lightly, she shook her head "Thank you" she spoke as he arrived back with the substance, Sooty seeming to crawl to the bottom of the bed and laying beside the black and tan canine; she would more than likely go and comfort her owner sooner or later.
Not wanting to seem ignorant she turned back to Donald, but once again her attention was taken off the bloke as Clark called out about going to check the outside of the hospital out, to make sure it was safe. Nodding her head, even though she was unsure whether she seen it "Please, be careful." she called out after the lass. Kennedy didn't want to seem annoying or as id she was trying to be bossy; she just didn't want anything to happen; she was now alert in case anything was to suddenly happen. Now, her full attention was on Donald who had kindly offered to help. Sitting up now with her back pressed against the bed she looked at the lad and smiled, hand out a little to be placed the ointment, she had several more scrapes and gashes on her stomach, right hip and her back, several small and large scratches were located around her arms and shoulders; somehow she even had one on her forehead and her cheek. She had been 'In the wars' like her mother would say.