Janice's breathing turns panicked, and she tries to stem the blood flowing from Cadenza's arm. "Stay with me! No leaving." She glances around, then grabs her knife. She cuts a strip of cloth off the hem of her robe, pressing it to Cadenza's wounds. It was soaked in blood not long afterwards.
Tears threatening to stream, she presses her hand against the bullet holes. The blood was slick and warm, but she held her hand there, the half-sick knot of panic that sits at the top of one's throat leaving a fuzzy feeling about her entire head.
"Jay!" Janice yells, crying now; she couldn't ever remember a time that she wasn't crying. "Lloyd! Torao! Anyone! Help, please!"