May laughed, "Some first aid..." She mumbled as Will collapsed under the shelter. She could still feel the heat, even in the shade, she couldn't imagine how hot it must be, lugging those heavy crates on the beach. Collin had been drenched in sweat, Will probably was too. How she wished she could be useful, could help get bring in supplies and build shelters. The ache in leg reminded her of her injury, she had seen it, the large gash, 12 inches long, the bright red muscle underneath. Though it wasn't just her leg, he side ached, her the cuts on her... well, the cuts everywhere, stung even now. She wanted to rinse the salt from her skin, her hair, she could feel how it was drying her out. Where was the storm now that they needed the fresh rain?

A hoarse cough escaped her, reminding her of how dry her throat remained. Had they managed to find more fresh water, or perhaps food? She could feel her stomach growling, but she ignored it, knowing they all probably needed food and water, the men even more so, as they were doing all the work. Scanning the beach she searched for Dr. Rider, wondering if he had found anything else. The sun reflecting off the sand made it difficult to see, making her head hurt.

"If I could just stand..." May said with a groan, digging her hands into the sand, trying to push herself up. She didn't want to sit here being useless, she needed to help, somehow. Despite how much she wanted to, her side screamed at her with each attempt to move, and her leg... well she wasn't sure she'd even be able to put weight on it. "Damn it!" She muttered, slamming her fists to the sand, frustrated at herself.