It didn't take Wes long to track down a bottle of whiskey. It was even unopened. An expensive brand, most likely Angel's. They needed it more than he did, right now, that was for certain.

He handed her the bottle, figuring she didn't mind drinking straight from the source. Time was still of the essence. Rifling through the medkit, Wes began to set out what he would need to patch her up properly. His side still hurt, and occasionally he grimaced when he moved the wrong way, but he did his best to hide his discomfort. He would have to bandage it up later once they were at the safe-house and had more time to regroup.

After a few minutes of preparation and trying to give Lilah a head-start on the whiskey, he finally checked with her again.

"Ready?"