Will noticed the tears rolling down May's cheeks, it pained him to not be able to give her the medical care she needed. He took more water and cleaned the cuts and grazes on her arms, careful not to waste too much, aware that they were on a desert island with only a percentage of the necessities spread carelessly across the shore.

Dr. Rider was impressed with Collins quick building skills, "That's good" he said "There must be more we can use. I'll look around". He walked across the sand with a slight limp, his body sore and tired. He came across many heaps of debris, collecting what he could, hoping to come across any of the vital supplies he had spent so much time organizing.

Will frowned when May apologized. "You're hurt, May" he explained calmly "We need to help you. Don't worry about anyone else just now, we're okay, we'll be okay". As the words left his mouth he was reminded of his own injury, still a gash on the back of his head that needed bandaging up. Collin and Dr. Rider were coping well enough, he looked over at their progress, satisfied to see a small but sturdy shelter. "We'll get you over to the shade soon enough" he said and then motioned over to Collin to help. "This is going to hurt, I know, but you won't survive out here if you get heatstroke" he explained, moving over to wrap her arm across his neck to be a human crutch.