Ely had watched as Minho was brought in, horribly injured and bleeding. He was unconscious. She began urgently patching up Minho's wounds, making sure they didn't get infected and preventing any more blood loss. When she had finished, her hands were covered in blood. She wiped them on her pants and looked at Austin, Thomas, and Minho.
"He'll live." she said. "You're lucky you didn't sever a main artery, or Minho here would've been shucked."
She saw Thomas walk over to Newt, and ask to see his wounds. She didn't interfere. Yet. All she said was, "I'm going to need to check you too, Newt. And you, Austin."



















