Drawing in a deep breath, she surveyed the interior of the car.

The car yielded no useful supplies.

Leaving the glass fragment unattended would not only induce pain but also risk deeper penetration into the flesh.

Considering their current location within the vehicle.

Pausing briefly, she removed her light coat to reveal only a sling underneath. With urgency gripping her, she cast aside any concerns, her sole focus on alleviating Isaac's discomfort.

In a hushed tone, she murmured, “Stay strong."

Isaac nodded faintly.

With unwavering resolve, she swiftly extracted the shard, applied pressure to staunch the bleeding, and improvised a dressing with her garments.

Turning back, Forrest inquired, "Is everything alright?"

"It's manageable," Camila responded with a slight nod.

Despite her reassurance, the wound was notably deep.

Her hands were coated in blood.

The car held no anesthetics, disinfectants, or any other supplies of use.

She could only resort to the most basic and rudimentary means to stem the bleeding.

Once she acquired the necessary supplies, she would tend to the wound properly.

Isaac rested against her chest, allowing her to apply pressure to his injury.

Isaac rested his face on her delicate shoulder.

He could sense the warmth radiating from her skin.

He reached out to touch it.

Her shoulders and neck were uncovered, while her chest and waist remained hidden.