Dawn sunlight filter through the tree-tops, dappling the ground, as the pair of teenagers make their way, slowly, through the forest.
“How much longer will it be until we can stop to take a break?” I complain.
“Until I tell you we can stop.” Gunther retorts.
“Are you being serious?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
Rolling my eyes, I trudge on. I decide not to say anything else, since I don’t want to start a fight with my only companion. If I fight with him, I won’t have anyone else to talk to. I can’t fight with him because I can’t survive alone. The idea of that makes me nervous.
Lost in thought, I don’t notice the tree root sticking out from the ground. Tripping over it, I land on the ground with a loud thud. Pain numbs my face and blood trickles down my forehead, into my eyes.
“Ailith, are you ok?!” Gunther yells, worry edging his voice.
Loud footsteps thunder against the ground, coming closer with every step. I want to answer him, but I can’t move my jaw without it hurting. Something wet trickles down my face I let out a slight whimper. Memories of Trevor and his group flood through my mind. With a grunt of effort, I sit up. Blackness edges my vision and my head throbs.
“I will not let you win again.” I mutter.
“What, did you hit your brain or something when you fell?” He replies in his normal joking manner.
I glare at him scathingly. He opens his mouth to say something else, but closes it quickly. He opens up his backpack and pulled out the first aid kit.
“I’m fine. Stop fussing over me and let’s go.”
“You hit your head pretty hard. It’s not safe for you to go any further for now.”
“I don’t want to hold you up.”
“Shut up for a minute and let me help you.”
“Fine, then. Sit there and limit your amount of speech.”
“I’d rather not.”
“Would you rather me leave you here to die? I’ll do that if you want.”
I stare up at him, panic suddenly hitting me like a brick. You can’t fight with Gunther because he’s your only hope of survival. I remind myself of this sternly.
“Fine, fine, I’ll sit here and shut up.” I mutter through gritted teeth.
The last thing I remember happening is him crouching down beside me to work on my wounds. After that, I let blackness take over me.