Bishop and Willa, shortly after the attack
Sheer and utter chaos ensued and the Park reeled from the destruction rained down on it that morning. Bishop had parted ways with Teagan at the gates, seeing her off as she left to fetch Rodeo’s doctor. One doctor wasn’t going to be enough though, they all knew it -- even if nobody was voicing it. Not for the first time he found himself wishing they had more medical staff beyond a couple of medics, both would be capable, but the wounds he was seeing were more severe than that. His mind flashed to the one person he knew had serious medical training, even if said training was for animals and not people, Willa was a calm head in situations like this and she’d know enough to mend people up best she could -- at least until the doctor arrived.
So instead of heading back to his trailer, Bishop made a beeline to where he knew her’s was. Stopping only briefly to console and check up on the people he passed, in truth he felt overwhelmed, which was not a normal feeling for him. There was so much damage here, he didn’t even know where to begin. Shoving all those thoughts aside, he told himself to focus on what he could do, not on what he couldn’t.
Willa’s trailer came into view quickly and he didn’t waste any time in banging on her door. “Wills, you in there?” A thought occurred to him then, what if she hadn’t been in her trailer? What if she was somewhere in the rubble? Bishop had kept her here because he thought it was the safest place in Austin, had he been wrong? He rapped on her door a couple more times and still no answer came.
Bishop’s heart rate was increasing by the minute, along with his worry. She wasn’t at her trailer. The ever present logic that ruled the majority of his thoughts told him that by now she had probably heard the blast and had done what every other uninjured person was doing -- helping piece the Dog Park back together. Still, there was a small part of him that felt a sense of panic, and without wasting much time he took off from her trailer at a jog, Bishop was moving in the direction of the Chapel -- if there were injured there, he could almost bet that’s where he would find Willa.
He was still about halfway between her trailer and the Chapel when he spotted Willa kneeling next to to a patch -- Zeke if he wasn’t mistaken -- who had what looked to be a piece of shrapnel protruding from his leg.
“Willa,” Bishop could hear the note of relief in his voice as he called out to her. “Thank fucking god you’re okay,” He added as he finally reached her. “You had me real damn worried when you weren’t at your trailer, but I should have known you’d already be out here helping folks out.” Bishop’s kneeling down next to her now, fighting back the urge he had to pull her into a hug just to assure himself she really was okay. Best to focus on the important task first, even if he was real fucking relieved that Willa hadn’t ended up a casualty of this attack. "You know more about this shit than I do, is it okay to move him to the Chapel?"