Rain was prepared for him to finally black out and she grabbed her jacket, pulling out a bandage wrap. "How i knew this would come in handy i have no idea.." she muttered to herself. Using her teeth to rip the cap off the whiskey bottle, she waited till she was sure the blood had stopped before pouring most of the whiskey in and over the wound completely disinfecting it. Then she took the rag and washed it out before washing down his chest and stomach. Then bound his wound tightly before covering him up with the blanket.<br/><br/>Going into the bathroom, she stripped down naked and got into the shower. It was ice cold but it at least had soap and hair wash. Washing all the mud and grime off her body, she got out of the shower and dried off. Wrapping the towel around her body tightly before starting to wash out her clothes. Once they were as clean as they would get, she left them to dry on the sink counter. Leaning over the sink counter, she sighed heavily and kept the weight off of her ankle before leaving the bathroom. Sitting in the only chair in the room, she propped her feet up on the small, dirty table in the room.<br/><br/>Rain let her head fall back on the top of the chair as she let her eyes slip closed. Something was making her uncomfortable though, opening her two-toned eyes as she stared up at the ceiling she tried to run through everything they had seen on the way here. But nothing stood out too much, looking over at the bed, she figured it was because she didnt have her guns strapped on like she usually did. Standing up with a soft groan, she walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. Picking up her guns, she checked the amount of ammo and a frown creased her brow as she realized she was running out. She had three bullets in one and four in the other. It wouldnt last them very long, so they would have to get some more. Leaning over to Johnny, she fished around in his pockets and took out the bundle of cash she had given him earlier.<br/><br/>Getting back up, she pulled on her damp clothes, tying the shirt back and buttoning up her shorts. Pulling on her shoes before she strapped her gun holsters onto her thighs. Finely feeling comfortable and safe, she paced the room slowly as something tugged at her, telling her something was wrong.