Once the group of good samaritans helped her and Kate move the unconscious man and they'd gotten him settled as comfortably as possible under the circumstances, Juliet began scanning the surrounding area for materials she could use to assemble a tent. Her attention lingered on the bodies lying lifeless along the beach and the rest of the frantic survivors crying, screaming, and bleeding all over the place. In that moment, it really started to sink in - the levity of their situation ... how dire it was.
A feeling of hopelessness swept over her as she unconsciously rubbed her sore wrist (that was even more sore since she'd put it to use). What were they supposed to do now? A coat of tears clouded her vision, but she fought them back. No. She wouldn't just sit around and feel sorry for herself. Juliet refused to. She was determined to keep busy. Wincing as she stood, she returned her focus to Kate who was confiding in her.
Slender brows knitted together as Juliet tried to recall the last thing she remembered. For some unexplainable reason, she seemed to be having some trouble too. "That's weird. Neither do I." Sure she was a doctor, but that didn't mean she had all the answers. She was just as lost and confused as everyone else.
"Maybe it's stress," she suggested. "Your memory will probably start clearing up soon. I wouldn't worry too much about it. Not yet, anyway." A partial smile accompanied her assurance as she attempted to put Kate more at ease about her gaps in memory. Then she gestured towards the many others who were injured. "We should probably go see if anyone else needs help." Since they had done all they could here. They could agree to meet back at this spot later. She'd be returning to look after the guy that'd been entrusted to her care, and Kate would more than likely want to know if he was doing any better.
At that point, if they still couldn't remember anything ... well, something else had to be going on - but they would cross that bridge when they came to it.