Destiny was confused as there seemed to be people gathering, she could hear people talking, coughing and then she realized there was someone standing over her. She understood what the woman was saying, she was going to stitch her wounds, and braced herself for impact. Destiny held back tears that threatened to take over from the pain. She yelped a little as the sharp needle pierced the sore, bruised surrounding of the cut. By the way the woman was going about it, the wound had to be bigger than Destiny had first realized.<br/><br/>Suddenly, there was more people coming over, she could hear them walking closer, and was grateful there was more survivors. "D..Destiny" she chocked out, her lungs still hurting from the black tar like substance she'd been hacking up. Coughing again, wheezing, she'd inhaled more smoke than she'd realized to begin with. There wasn't much she could do now. There was other people crying out with pain... she wasn't sure how far away they were. She tried to pull herself up and scrubbed her eyes with the back of her sleeve, trying to get rid of the blurred vision.