Alana yells in surprise when the shotgun goes off, flinching away from the loud sound.  But knowing that her changes have stopped for now at least, she lets her instincts take over.  Crawling forward, her bare knees sticking to the floor, she forces Sandy down flat on the floor.  "You need to stay still..... just hang in there.... we'll fix this!"<br/><br/>She's amazed that the blast didn't do more damage... that girl must be dang lucky!  Grabbing some of her shredded clothing, she does her best to staunch some of the blood flowing from the pitted flesh.  "I need you to help me Sandy... press down on these and keep talking!"