She regained consciousness right as Noah stitched the wound shut.
Faith cried out, her back arching. Fellow Runners raced up and pinned her down, blocking her view of the blood. She cursed like a sailor as Noah wrapped her shoulder.
"It's done, Faith!" He said gently. Grabbing her chin, Noah wiped the sweat and grime from her face with his sleeve. "It's done."
A bottle of water was pressed into her hand, and Nomad grinned at her, trying to mask his worry.
"Hey, beautiful!" He chirped, rubbing her arm. "How are you feeling?"
Faith coughed and wiped her mouth with her wrist.
"Like shit!" She said, punching him playfully. She immediately regretted this as pain overwhelmed her.
"Icarus is getting some painkillers," a pretty blonde named Nicole said, squeezing Faith's good shoulder. "He'll be back soon."
Faith shook her head.
"I don't want them!" She said quickly. "Save them for someone who needs it."
The runners still gathered around whistled and clapped, and Noah smiled at her.
"That's my girl." He stood. "Everyone give her some room."
They did so, murmuring worriedly amongst themselves.
Faith's head fell on to Nomad's shoulder.
"I hate guns," Faith whispered.
"I know," Noah sighed.
Prompt: Beauty