(No worries I absolutely understand! As for Gustov, I kind of have a plan, but I made it work. Pretty much, my plan is that he can't be killed. I'll explain more through my character, but otherwise this is good.)
Thalia hunched over the girl, shielding her from any stray bullets. She knew Frank was a good hit, but so was Gustov. And Frank had no idea what Gustov was really capable of, not yet anyway. When there was no sound of firing bullets, she sat up, still comforting the girl, "It's okay now. Stay here, if you hear anything, run over to us, okay?" The girl nodded and clutched a sharp, pointed rock she found sitting close to her. Thalia took a last look around before moving, and walked the few feet towards Frank, who looked to be seriously injured.
She kneeled next to him, her hands starting to address his wounds already, "Frank," he seemed to come in and out of consciousness, "Frank, it's me, it's Thalia, the doctor. Can you hear me Frank?" He wasn't responsive, and it was worrying her. At first analysis, he looked to have 3 bullets lodged in different parts of his body, though none looked to hit anything vital. "Okay, I'm going to get you fixed up, Frank. Just hold on. I'll be right back." Thalia turned and ran back to the girl, and take the three of them back to camp. As she approached the rock pile that she left the girl behind, her worry grew more intense. There was a trail of blood leading up behind the girl and she couldn't see any sign of movement. When she reached the girl, the sight she saw made her collapse in tears: the girl had been shot in the front of the head, a single bullet. Her head was slumped over, her eyes still open and red, and there were stains down her cheeks where her tears fell.
Gustov. It was him, Thalia was certain. Only he could be so heartless. "Bastard..." Thalia screamed from anger, the guilt and rage building up inside of her. How could she let this happen? How could she have been so stupid? She never should have left her. Never. Behind her, there was a soft, painful groan and she instantly remembered why she walked over here in the first place. She needed to get Frank back to camp. Her anger and guilt and tears were going to have to wait, because she was damn sure not losing someone else because of her.
She ran back over to Frank, adrenaline taking over her body. By some miracle, she managed to half drag and half carry Frank back to camp without causing any further injury. She laid him in his bed inside his tent and immediately began to strip him down to his underwear. She grabbed her backpack with all the medical supplies she could find and started back at his wounds. He still wasn't coming into full consciousness, but she was going to have to deal with that after removing the bullets. She started at the shoulder and worked her way down, successfully removing each one and placing them in an open seashell bowl next to his bed. She stopped the bleeding by wrapping his wounds in cloth that she tore for random bits that were lying around the camp (which of course she sanitized in alcohol first). When she was finished, she made some more of her herbal pain remedy and dabbed it around the bullet holes. "There," she sighed a relief, "All finished." Frank was still passed out, but was breathing normally again. "You're going to be just fine." She whispered as she placed a blanket over his naked-except-underwear body and left the tent to gather whatever she could from the fallen people.
By the time she got back into the tent, Frank as stirring awake. He groaned and opened his eyes looking at her questionably, "Oh good, you're awake," she gave Frank a sweet smile of relief, "You had me worried, you know. I thought I was going to have to survive on my own. How are you feeling?"