The lights finally turn on dimly, and Abby looks around the elevator.
Connor, next to her, is sitting on his legs with his knees under him.
The girl is over in the corner, her head is bleeding. She's sitting, her hat on the floor in front of her.
She puts her hand up to the gash on her head at the scalp, then she pulls it away.
"That's fitting," she says sarcastically
"Are your ok Ms.??" Abby says looking at the teen.
"Farrah. And you are?" She says looking at the small blonde-haired woman.
"Abby, and this is Connor."
Connor gives a slight wave but, he keeps his head slumped looking at the floor.
"Nice to meet you.. Umm.. Abby, it is Abby?"
"Yea."
"Your friend is bleeding."
Connor looks at his chest then sighs in frustration, he felt the warm liquid on his abdomen, but he'd hoped it was sweat even though he's freezing.
"Damn, and this was my favorite shirt!!" Connor exclaims his voice is strained from the pain.
"Connor, I'm going to have to clean that and rebandage it," she says, looking at him with a sympathetic look on her face.
He groans, but starts trying to take off his shirt.
Abby turns and helps him.
Farrah gasps. At first Abby thinks it's all the blood, but then she looks at the wound.
The wound is outlined with a green tint that looks odd against Connors milky white skin.
Abby pulls out her cell and hits one to talk to Cutter