The woman only shifted, before being thrown into a heavy coughing fit, spitting up blood in a bucket beside the bed. She looked dead almost, her skin grey, her eyes dull, her hair a shock of white on her head.
The young boy chased after but stopped at the door. He hesitated before opening it. "S-sir?" he asked, his voice scared as he slipped around Crow and stood by his mother. He had tears in his eyes and was shaking. Turning away from Crow, he knelt down, pulling the woman's arm over his shoulder, trying to help her to her feet, but obviously it could not be done by himself. The woman, though she looked light, weighed over 200 pounds...definitely a challenge.
Azle jumped at Crow's explosion, then watched sadly as the boy ran after him. She looked at the girl the warrior was holding and noticed she was starting to cry again. Azle sighed softly and put a hand on the other warrior's shoulder. "C'mon..let's go." she nudged him towards the building.