The doctor nodded and knelt by Ana. Ana whimpered and reached after him. "Don't go..."
Connor sighed and looked over at Zoe. "This is all just messed up..."
"I'll be back, in a bit." Rob promised. He walked over to Connor and Zoe and glanced at their bloody hands. "Got my scalps?"
"Yes we got your scalps, psycho." Zoe said gruffly.
"Good. Keep an eye on those two." He said, heading out the door. He came back ten minutes later with a few bundles of sticks and branches and set to work making a fire in the fireplace. It was dark, so he wasn't worried about smoke. They would would cook dinner and put it out later. He passed by Ana, and gripped her hand briefly. "I'm gonna make you that tea now." He said, going out to the trunk and bringing in the first aid kit, their mess kits, and the last of the venison. He put a pot of water over the fire and went back to Ana and the doctor. "I got ginger." He said, rifling through the first aid kit. "And, I think this is echinacea." He said, sniffing it. "Wish we had poke though." Rob set the roots down and turned to the doctor. "You got any medicine for her?"
The doctor nodded and dug through her kit. "Yeah, hold on." She pulled out a needle and injected it into Ana's arm. Ana whimpered loudly.
Rob came back with the tea and crouched beside Ana, running a hand through her hair as he placed the cup in her hand. "You can go to sleep if you want." He told her softly, so no one else could hear. "I'll be right here, don't worry." Rob wasn't stupid, just impulsive, he knew how dangerous the situation was. Ana would get better, he trusted the doctor to take care of her, but in the mean time they were sitting ducks. He could protect Ana for the most part, but when she was out of commission like this, her chances of survival were severely diminished if they did come under attack. Add that to the fact they were on the outskirts of feral territory, and... Rob didn't want to think about that. He would stay here and not let Ana out of his sight, and hopefully it would be ok.
Ana leaned against him, drifting slowly. The doctor sighed heavily. "Give me your arm. You need a shot. It'll prevent you from getting sick."