Emma looked at the girl for a moment, then back at Jerry. She didn't know what to really say as she didn't want Jerry to die of blood loss. "I can... get inside... myself.. I don't need.. any help... from you.." Jerry stated, forcing himself to his hands and knees. Slowly, he rose up to his feet. He stumbled once or twice, but regained his balance. The shards were large, dug deep into his back. He made his way slowly back towards the house, using anything around him as support. Emma looked at Jerry go back inside, then at the girl. "If you can help him, please do it." she said. "I... I won't take that gun of yours though, it is getting dark, you need it..." She bent down to pick up Jerry's gun from the ground, making sure to put the safety lock on it. "Just go get what you said you'd do, I'll be inside with Jerry.." With that, she turned around and ran back inside the house, shutting the door. She set his gun down on the coffee table. Jerry was sitting on the couch, trying to ignore the pain he was feeling. "That girl said she was sorry, she wants to help you..." Jerry looked at Emma for a moment, then at the door. "Just go to your room.." he said calmly and quietly. "I'll deal with her when she gets back..." Emma didn't say anything else, she nodded her head and obediently went upstairs to her room.<br/><br/>Jerry breathed in for a moment, then exhaled. Slowly, he stood up and removed his jacket and set it down on the arm of the couch. It had bloodstains on it, and a few tears from the glass. Then he removed that white shirt of his, now stained with his blood and tears as well on the back. He set it down on the arm of the couch. Jerry had a slight build, nice to look at actually. Fitness was a key to survival during this harsh time, right? Slowly, Jerry lowered himself so he could sit back down on the couch. Hopefully that girl would get back soon. If not, he would have an enemy and wouldn't hesitate to hunt her down.