Sort of

"Yasmin" you call out.

You see her stir from unconsciousness, she gets up in a panic, looking for her rifle. She seems fine, thank god, she has some minor cuts and bruises, but overall she seems fine.

She then tries to stand up; however, she cannot put weight on her right ankle, that's what's important to her till she sees you slumped against the tree.

"Aaron, are you OK?" she asks.

"I got them," you say.

You see her look at you; she begins to smile, but her smile quickly fades when she must have noticed you left arm bending, in a way, it is clearly not supposed to.

"Oh my god," she exclaims as she rushes over to you.

"What happened?" she says.

"Turns out, don't let them hit you" you smile at her.

She quickly gets a branch from a tree and using some medical tape from the bag creates a splint, she then takes off her hijab to create a sling for you.

"Your humerus is broken," she says, letting you know what is going on.

"And yet I can still make jokes" you smile back.

She laughs, "Yep, it's clearly broken," she retorts.

"OK, that will have to do until I can get some proper medical supplies," she moves back.

She looks at her right ankle, she then proceeds to make another splint, this time for herself.

"What happened," you ask.

"I must have just sprained it," she says, looking back at you and your sling.

"Honestly I think we got off lucky," you say.

Once she has finished wrapping herself up, you decide you should go, try to leave the area with deadly apes in it.