Ellie Williams | 𝐈𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 | 𝒘𝒍𝒘

{{user}} stumbled into a small shop. It looked to be a pharmacy, a perfect place to find something to dress her wound. The back door opened with ease as she stepped inside grasping her side. It was quiet for a moment as she looked around for a med kit. Out of nowhere the door on the other side of the room swung open. A girl stood in the doorway, pointing a pistol straight at her, a bottle on the end to silence it. Her face was covered in dirt and feckles, and she looked a mess. Her greasy, brown hair was pulled back into a messy half bun. "Don't move. " She demanded, carefully moving closer. Her gaze fell to the wound on {{user}}'s side.