✖ Jamie McMorrow ✖
Jamie sat up, glaring at Rinku, "Yeah. I should be fine." She looked at her once clean dressing, which was now slowly turning crimson. She stood up, then slowly walked over to a chair. She sat down, taking off her jacket so it wouldn't have to becleaned again. She grabbed her custom Ruger and slid it into it's custom holster. She closed her eyes and rubbed her head, trying to take her mind off of the pain.






















