Rose tore another strip of cloth from her shirt and tied it around Jack's leg. If this kept up, she would have no more cloth to cover herself.
The TARDIS had landed about five minutes ago and she was kept busy trying to stop the Doctor from bleeding to death. They had no idea where they had ended up; Rose and Jack had proceeded to press random buttons until they were gone from the planet and its dangerous inhabitants. She only hoped it was someplace safe, had a hospital of some sort, and that at least someone spoke English.
"You ready?" Jack asked her as he hefted himself up on his feet, albeit painfully and made his way over to her and the Doctor. Rose looked down at the unconscious man beside her. She lifted the Doctor's hand to her lips and kissed the back of it for luck. "He will be fine." Jack assured her. "I'll go." Wincing in pain, Jack made his way to the door.
Holding her hand up, Rose stopped Jack from going any further and told him that she would go first and call him out after. He did not like the idea, but he did see the logic behind it, after all, he was injured, so Jack unwillingly agreed and stepped back as Rose stepped out of the TARDIS alone.
Guns. That was the first thing that Rose saw as she exited the TARDIS. Dozens of guns. Maybe I should have stayed in the TARDIS.