"Yeah," Kimberly confirmed. "I don't know who or how many others..." she paused and whimpered, clenching her teeth, in an attempt not to shout in his ear when he lifted her and she felt like she'd gone through a second round of being thrown into the monument again. "There were more than her, though. I was in the cemetery."
Every step that Victor took, Kimberly felt. She squeezed her eyes shut and let her head rest against his shoulder, thinking to herself at least she didn't have to try to walk it herself; she didn't want to consider the possibility of how much more it would've hurt to do it that way. Sniffling slightly, Kimberly allowed herself a weak smile that didn't reach her eyes as Victor started talking about Skyrim. "Fucking Skyrim," she said with a slightly amused huff, wincing just afterward. She appreciated his attempt to distract her, though, even if she wasn't entirely capable of showing it.
It hurt all over again when Victor put her down but she set her jaw and forced her own composure. "Thank you," she said. "I work here," she said after a moment. "If Jess doesn't come in the next few minutes...you're gonna have to help me with..." she paused and frowned. "If Jess or Connor don't show up soon," she amended, "you'll have to help me cut this shirt away. There's gowns, um...in one of those cabinets," she said, averting her eyes from him and toward the multiple cabinets against the opposite wall. "I can feel it stuck. Um, like...the blood, like, congealed with my shirt stuck there, I mean."
The last thing that Kimberly wanted was for some guy she barely knew to have to help her with that, but with her dominant hand feeling as though at least it had a few broken fingers, she wasn't going to be able to work the scissors without help. So...she hoped like hell Jess showed up; she wouldn't even have to do it at all, with or without help, if Jessica came.
"Peroxide...in the..." she started, feeling a new wave of nausea wash over her along with the dizziness that came with trying to lift her head. Instead of finishing her sentence, Kimberly pointed with her left hand to where Jess kept the peroxide and rubbing alcohol. If nothing else, he could help her clean out the lacerations on her arms and the one to her collarbone without them having to try to figure out the logistics of her clothes. She didn't want to cross that bridge unless they had no other choice.