The girl looked at him as his breathing became shallow... and panic flared through her... hell, he couldn't be injured. She couldn't hunt for him, or keep him safe or... anything, really. She could try, but it wouldn't work. "Hey, it's alright, just breath slowly," she told him quietly as his eyes closed... he looked like he was in pain. "Stay awake for a few more moments, alright? Can we get you to the hollow... it'll be safe there," she told him gently.

"I'm not going to fall asleep." He laughed slightly, pain ripping through his ribs. Okay.. don't laugh. Lesson learned. He stood.. which was very difficult to say the least... and he stumbled back to the campsite, leaning up against the tree. "See? I'm fine. And I don't have to hunt right now because Raptor brought us food." He smiled weakly, looking at the fat rabbit on the ground

Regan rolled her eyes a little bit. She saw him wince in pain, and all she could do was curl her top lip. "You don't look fine," she murmured, holding a hand out as though she was ready to catch him if he fell. "Well, can you at least sit down for me? I'll cook food," she told him with a bit of a sigh. "We'd be so much safer in my cabin," she told him with a bit of a groan. "There's an actual bed in there, you know," she added.

"Your cabin isn't booby trapped all along the perimeter, and it's too long to get there. I don't know if I'd make it." Tyler muttered. He did take her advice reluctantly, sliding onto the ground with a jar of pain. He closed his eyes, then opened them again and looked down. Tyler tenderly touched his side, where he felt the sharp pain, and yelped. "Sheesh.. I know that wasn't a manly yelp but that hurt! More than I expected it to.." he hissed, glaring at his side. -stupid stupid stupid of me..- he thought.

The girl pouted at him before shrugging. "Well, there's a door, and, you know, warm and dry?" She huffed to him. She jumped at his yelp and scowled at him. "Well, what were you expecting? Poking a wound tends to hurt!" She scowled at him before shaking her head. "I can't believe you got caught in your own trap," she hummed lightly. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Tyler felt... terrible. He knew he was an idiot to not know when he cut the branch, the trap would spring. He should have known he was on the wrong side of it. He was angry... and now he was going to be dead. He let out a sigh. Now he was mentally hurt and physically hurt. "It's probably just a fracture.." he thought, and to answer her question, "No. there's nothing you can do." He leaned his head back against the tree and tried not to think how stupid he was.

Regan sighed and sat down next to him. She did feel a bit bad for him... he'd already had a rough morning. She wished he could make him feel better, or take away a bit of the pain. He'd beat himself up for this, and she knew that. "Well... just relax. If you try and move too much, you'll never heal," she told him with a soft sigh. "You're not hungry or anything? I can get you something."

Tyler put his hands over his face with a groan. "What else am I supposed to do? Jump around like crazy?" He sighed, thinking of how.. capped he was now. He looked at her. "No I'm nothing hungry, thirsty, or need anything. It's fine.. sleep would probably be the most helpful thing right now." Tyler kind of sat back against the tree again, closed his eyes, out his hat over his head... and passed out. He wouldn't be waking up.. any time soon.

Regan glared at him, his comment coming across as a little... snarky. She was just trying to help. "Prick," she scoffed before leaning against the tree. Millie showed up after a bit, looking more than happy. She smiled at the dog as she came and curled up against her. She wasn't exactly friends with him, but she was trying to help... but he was, truthfully, being a prick. Well, she wasn't nice to him when she injured herself, but she was trying now. But she saw him drifting off to sleep, so rested her head back and went quiet, determined not to wake him.

Tyler woke up with a sharp intake of breath, not really a gasp but kind of like one. His breathing was quick and shallow and Jen glanced around, taking a deep breath when he made sure no more rabid animals had gotten into camp. Her vision was clouded over, but he pushed himself up anyway, limping around the campsite to check on everything. The next thing he did was set that trap again... and make sure not to get caught in it. When he was done he gingerly touched his ribs, gritting his teeth but pressing a firm hand against his side. He couldnt feel an actual... break in the bone.. but he wasn't sure. Tyler was mostly sure it was just a fracture, which meant it would heal. So he just grit his teeth and kept setting stuff up, checking his traps, and cleaning the campsite.