Judah nodded thanks once the redhead gave him a name for the woman with the gunshot wound. “Hey Jennifer,” he said, meeting the woman’s eyes as best as he could with her state of consciousness. He didn’t know the redheads name, but in the scheme of things it wasn’t as important.
Exit wound was a good thing, but why would she have suffocated if she’d been on her back the whole time? Had she collapsed into a strange position? Most people were propelled backwards by gunshot, but it was possible that she had fallen forward somehow. “That’s what I meant,” he confirmed. “If she fell facedown, it was quick thinking to get her on her back.” He really tried to withhold judgment, but the whole situation felt weird.
Leaning his down to try and catch what Jennifer’s breathing sounded like, he mentally cringed at the latter question. “You wouldn’t have a flashlight, would you?” he asked her, careful to let her help too much because he didn’t completely trust the story she’d given. Something just felt not right.
Why would someone run if they’d known that they had shot a person?
The percentages were low of saving the woman, but he could at least try to examine and see if they had some hope. “I’m going to try like hell,” He told the redhead, because Jennifer was just conscious enough that he wasn’t going to give an honest answer to that one. “We need to move her too. If we can get her back to the resort we’ll have a better chance.” Judah would feel better if he could get Cass involved.
“That’s what I’m trying to do sweetheart,” Judah was quick to respond, peeling the gauze away to check the wound over, lifting her just a little to try and get a look at the exit wound. Looking over his shoulder he ushered the rest of the group he’d been with closer. “Think I could get you to help move her?” he asked one of the other guys.
Looking at the redhead again, he asked, “Do you know if she has any family or friends at the resort?”