<span style="color: #0000FF"><span style="font-style: italic">Ella saw Emmet sit next to her and gave a small smile as she finished her food. It always felt odd having older kids as he things like this, but she was the leader and had to remind herself that. "Good morning." She replied before answering his question. "Yes, actually I do." She said, setting her fork down in her bowl and pushing it away. "We are running low on water. A few months ago something happened and the plumbing stopped working." She mentally cursed herself for not knowing anything about that stuff, however she knew nobody could fix it. "I need help hauling water from the well at the bottom of the cliff." She said, and then realized she was being bossy. "You wanna lend a hand?" She added, looking over at him, deep in thought like always. <br/><br/>Ella had always felt bad for Emmet. He was eighteen and the plague was still lingering in the air. Everyone knew it, and he was sure to catch it once the immunity wore off. Once he became an adult. She would try to be with him as often as possible to cheer him up and make him forget that fact, but that was almost never considering she always had to deal with being leader. Sometimes she even cried herself to sleep because of the stress she was experiencing. Stress no fourteen year old should experience. <br/><br/>Ella often wished she wasn't leader, and didn't have to deal with all of the work. But, the reminder of how she was keeping her brother safe, along with a lot of other kids, brightened her mood. </span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00"><span style="font-style: italic">Kyle eventually decided on going inside the Sanctuary and finding Ella, to see if there was anything he could do for her. As he manuvered down the halls, he saw a drop of blood on the floor. It caught his eye, and he examined it before going farther down the hall and turning the corner. That's when he saw Aria on the floor, obviously unconcious. Worse, her arm was bleeding furiously. Trying not to panic, Kyle lifted Aria into his arms and carried her quickly to his room, which was right down the hall. He cleared off a table and laid her on her back before running to a bucket of water and soaking a small smooth rag.<br/><br/>Kyle then ran back to her, cleaning away the blood so he could examine the wound. It was quite deep, and she had lost a tremendous amount of blood. In fact, her skin was paling because of it. He remembered what his mother had taught him right before she died, when she knew she would soon be gone to the plague. It was meant to help him and his sister survive, so he took the required items from around the room and began stitching up the wound. When he finished, he lifted her again and laid her comfortably on his bed while he cleaned up the mess and then sat in a chair, waiting and hoping for her to wake up.</span></span>