<div style="text-align: center">《 Rachel 》<br/>
<i>Location: KOA campground<br/>
Addressing: Rebel</i>​</div><br/>Rachel had her fair share of obstinate patients. For some reason, she expected Rebel to oblige with her request and come along. But, she also supposed that their history from that single day might not have left them very trusting of each other. She sighed and turned back to face him, one hand on her hip while the other held onto the strap of her bag. Rachel half expected him to stomp his feet next, but found herself laughing instead, a quiet, lighthearted response to Rebel’s argument.<br/><br/>“Honey,” she responded with a shake of her head, “you fought at least two of the people here physically and<i>you’re</i>the one with a concussion. I don’t think they need you right now.” Rachel softened her expression. She knew the fear he was feeling, although it was temporary. He would return back to the safety of Abendblume and the outcasts would continue fighting to survive. “Armando sent me.” She repeated, offering him a shrug, “He wants to make sure you are fit for travel tomorrow.”<br/><br/>She gave him another second to consider his options, or lack thereof, before she gestured back to the cabins with a tip of her head and set off across the grass. Rachel turned around once she recognized that Rebel wasn’t following. “I’m not going to make you lie down. But I do want you to at least sit and have some Tylenol and water, okay?” The picnic benches scattered around the KOA were in various states of cleanliness. One was covered in bird shit and leaves. Another looked like it had caught fire in a previous life. “I won’t intentionally hurt you. I take the nurse’s oath seriously, Rebel. You can trust me."