Before Olive could even move, Athena was at Declan's side, checking vitals and fussing over his wounds. "He's lost a lot of blood..." The fox-girl mumbled. At any other time, Olive would roll her eyes at the so painfully obvious statement. But Athena was horribly stressed as it was, and didn't deserve that type of treatment.<br/><br/>Olive tugged her jacket off, shivering at the brisk cold. "Hold," she ordered, giving Athena one side. Once it was pulled taught, the girl grunted and started ripping strips off. "Okay, that's enough to get started. You start tying then around his scratches and I'll keep making more. Okay?"<br/><br/>Athena's terrified face became that of determination. Nodding, she starting wrapping cloth around Declan, moving his clothes out of the way when necessary. She knew the hospital was on the other side of town. Even if they went their fastest, by the time they reached there it might be too late.<br/><br/>God, she didn't even want to think about that possibility.<br/><br/>"All done?" Another nod from Athena. "Good. I have some ointments and stuff at the shop. All homegrown, good herbal remedies."<br/><br/>Catching Athena's suspicious expression, Olive caught herself, "Not marijuana, not things like that. What kind of person do you take me for? Please. Let me help. Do you trust me?"<br/><br/>Another clear pause. Athena wasn't sure. This entire night was so strange, and honestly, she still wasn't sure what to think of Olive. But what choice did she have. "Yeah. Grab his legs, and I'll carry him under the arms."<br/><br/>Complying quickly, Olive grunted as she struggled to compensate for Declan's weight. She wasn't strong, but she made up for it in determination. "Lets hurry."