[i]Despite being exhausted, he could still make out the bloodied bandages and the wounded individual. Even depression wasn't enough to stop his morality. Jackson was by no means going to leave these two stranded on Christmas in the snow. Walking back inside, he threw on one of his shoulder holsters, sliding his revolver into it after making sure it was loaded. Looking for his ACU jacket, he grabbed it from the doorknob of his closet, throwing it on quickly. He put on his combat boots as well, quickly lacing them and heading downstairs and out the door. He'd worry about blisters and the cold later. Heading outside, he made his way to the two people further off in the snow. [/i] "Hey!" [i]He shouted over the wind. He sounded exasperated, and looked fairly ragged, his hair a mess, bags beneath his eyes.[/i] "How badly is she wounded?"