Sam
I had followed the others slowly, unable to rush around as fast as they seemed to be able to. I was dehydrated, I decided, but nothing more, but it made my movements sluggish and my mouth and throat felt like it was full of crushed glass. A scream made me pick up my pace, and the sight I saw almost made me gag. Conner was bending over Cassie, his face pale, and Torri had her hands around her mouth, clearly distraught. What had us all upset was the long pole clearly embedded in the flesh of the barely concious Cassie. Blood spilled out onto the sand, dying the area around her an almost pleasant copper-gold. The smell of metal made my groggy senses pick up, and it was all I could do not to turn around and start retching. Conner gingerly reached out and touched the pole, making Cassie whimper.
"No," I said through a cletched jaw, my brain hurridly going over those half-listened to first aid lessons we were forced through at school, "if we remove it here it could make her bleed out more."
"We can't leave it in her!" Torri argued, her voice coming down slowly as her initial panic subsided a little.
I frowned and looked around, then back at the bloody girl that I knew and cared for. Cassie was such a sweet girl, she didn't deserve this. I licked my lips, attempting to work some moisture into my mouth, and frowned. "We need to get her somewhere safer, we can't do this in the sand, she'll get an infection. We need to remove the pole, clean the wound, and compress it quickly. Any ideas?"
My half forgotten classes, no matter how attentive or not I was, hadn't covered this.
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