{I'll just kinda start Aliyah and Elijah back up, leaving Aliyah in her same condition though. I'm not going to have her wounds heal out of nowhere lol}
Aliyah was inside an abandoned gas station, the bathroom door propped open so Elijah could see her. She'd removed her armor and it was sitting on the floor next to her, the blood rinsed off of them. She was cleaning the wound on her side, which was still bleeding badly.
"You need help?" Elijah asked from an isle not far away when he heard her gasp in pain. She wouldn't let him near the bathroom while she was cleaning up.
"No, Elijah. I'm fine," she muttered, ignoring her hand, still uncleaned and hurting. Her fingers on her right hand wouldn't move, so it was pretty useless, so she supported her weight on that arm, leaning on the sink.




