liah

This Means War

"No, I don't need anythiiiing." I paused, scooting a few feet away from where I'd been sitting. I didn't want to take a nap in my own blood. "Thanks." I managed out. I carefully adjusted myself on my good side, and lay on the ground. I was still so dizzy. I was beginning to feel a little nauseous and closed my eyes. I could hear bits and pieces of chatter from The Siblings. Mostly of what they were going to do next and how to travel with me being hurt. It didn't take long for me to block them out and drift off into a well needed sleep. Before I knew it, I was out like a light.

I could hear myself groaning as a sharp ache went through my leg. I had no clue how long I'd been asleep, but I was waking up in pain. I'd managed to roll over on my shot leg while I was out. Bad idea. Terrible, horrible, bad idea. I rolled over as softly as I could onto my good leg and opened my eyes. Everything was a little blurry, but my vision slowly returned to normal. It was still light outside and it was awfully quiet. I didn't look around much, but from what I could see was the same scenery as before, minus the Siblings and Sam. I figured they were around or probably behind me and out of my line of vision.
I placed two hands on the ground and pushed myself up as best as I could, letting out moans and groans of pain on my way up. I was so famished. I wanted something to eat or drink. I felt weak. A lot better than how I felt earlier, but still weak.

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"I'm okay." I said quietly. "Just tired. I'm really, really tiiiired. But I'm fineee." I gave Sam a small smile through my slurred words. Just a few seconds later Spencer was kneeling down in front of me. He handed me a bottled water and eyed my leg. I could tell he was trying not to stare at it but he wasn't doing a very good job of trying not to be obvious.
"You okay?" Spencer asked. He had a look of uncertainty on his face as he watched me take the cap from the bottle and gulp the water down. He wasn't really sure what to say or how to act.
"I'm alright." I nodded and thanked him for the water. I tried to speak less, knowing that I'd drag some of my words out. Spencer was quiet, giving me a very small smile before joining back up with Nina a few feet away."What's next?" That pain medicine was no joke. I was definitely starting to feel the effects of it.

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I took a deep, shaking breath and wiped a few stray tears from my face. I didn't even know I'd started crying. I felt a little light headed and ran my hands down the sides of my face. "Thanks, Em." I managed out. I knew the stitching wouldn't hurt as much, but I still wasn't looking forward to it. I reached in my pocket and pulled out my inhaler, pressing the button and inhaling. I felt I'd be using this thing for the rest of the day.
"You all finished?" Nina called from afar. Em waved her off before telling her she was almost done.
"Let's get this over with." I said between shaky breaths. I was so tired. I'd lost a lot of blood and it was beginning to weigh on me. All I wanted to do now was take a nap.

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"Yeah, I'm holding on." I bit down on my jaw, trying as hard as I could not to make a peep. Everything in me wanted to just scream out in pain. Just the slight pressure Joe was putting on my leg made me wince. I wanted to just pass out and wake up when it was all over. I'd never been shot before and this whole experience made me never want to get shot again. As soon as I felt the giant tweezers dig deeper into my thigh, I started to panic. My heart began racing and my leg began to twitch. I could feel the tweezers digging, trying to grasp the bullet, but the pain just got worse. It was excruciating. I tried to be still, but whatever Em had just done made me cry out in pain. "Stop, it hurts too much!" I shrieked. The process of removing the bullet was worse than actually getting shot.

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I flinched as Em began to clean my leg. I knew she was trying to be gentle but it still hurt like hell. Sighing, I looked up at Sam, then Em.
"It's fine. Don't apologize..." There was a small silence. "Let's just... Let's get this over with. The sooner we're done with my stupid leg, the better." I sat up, getting comfortable and mentally preparing for the removal of the bullet.
"I can't watch this, I'm sorry. I don't like blood and I'm gonna freak out. I might puke. You know, the whole 'shebang.' It's too much for me. I'm sorry. " Nina threw her hands up in the air and walked a few feet away.
"Then you're in for a real treat wherever you walk around here. Daisy sure did a nice job of painting the ground red." Spencer snickered. Em shot him a look and he straightened up. "My bad. I didn't mean- I was just saying that since she got blood everywhere that-"
"Spencer. Shut up, you babbling baboon. You're not making things any better." Em gave him the death stare. Spencer bit his lip and stopped talking almost instantly.
"Sorry." He mumbled as he folded his arms across his chest.

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I watched as Em began grabbing various tools and such from the medical bag. I certainly wasn't ready for what was about to happen. I was nervous. I didn't know what to expect. Cold beads of sweat began to form on my face.
"Relax. It'll be over quick." Em assured me.
I grabbed the pills and Spencer handed me a bottle of water. Tossing them into my mouth, I took off the cap and drank three big gulps of water. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was. I wanted to down the whole thing. "So... Are you trained?" I asked, leaning my head back onto the tree. "And how long will these pills take to kick in?"

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"Well that's good. Glad you're okay." I looked up to see Spencer and the rest of the gang returning. There was a mention of the medical bag, then my name. My eyes widened at the thought of having to go through that again.
"No, no, no. I won't be needing that. I'll be fine." I insisted, lying to myself and everyone around me. "Are any of you hurt?" I asked.
"We're fine. Got a few scrapes and bruised. Fought some guy. Had to kill him with his own knife. Wasn't pretty." Joe was still looking around, walking through our small, temporary rest camp for signs of Jaxlors.
"Relax, Joe." Em chimed in. "We're okay. But you-- You don't look so good." She nodded towards me.

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"What? Lifting me up or finding me half dead?" I joked. I looked over at him, examining how tired he looked. I knew we'd all had quite a day today. All of this happened in under an hour. That'd tire anyone out. "How about you? Are you okay? Saw those bruises on you. I forgot you were all banged up. You good?" I asked.

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"Yes aaaaand yes." I nodded, answering both of his questions. "They were all just calling our names a few seconds ago. He asked if he could go get them, so I let him go." I paused. "Not sure why he asked me though. He's a big boy, he could've just gone if he wanted to." I shrugged, gently holding out my hands so he could help me to the smaller tree he gestured to.

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"Don't worry about it, you were just helping. I was being a brat." I glanced at him. "Sorry for yelling at you." I laughed a little. Despite me feeling like total shit, I was still doing better than how they found me.
"Spennnnceeeerrr!" I heard in the distance. "Saaaaaaam?" A long pause. "Daisyyy!?" Shouting echoed through the forest. Must've been the siblings. "Spence?" The voices were growing farther and farther away.
"It's Em!" Spencer hopped to his feet. "I gotta go get them!" He looked at me for approval and I nodded. He jumped a few times before jogging off.