Colton rushes back to camp, his jet black hair flying behind him. Who was he going to go to? Glenn. Had to be Glenn. He was the only one who was in on it, too.

Guilt tears at Colton's chest. All of this was his fault, and then he tried blaming it on Trinity. She had two freaking holes in her leg because of him. Because of him.

The ambrosia probably hadn't kicked in yet. She had chocked on it so much, Colton was afraid for her life the second time that night. She was just lucky he hand't tried the himelick maneouver on her. That would've turned out horribly awkward.

Why had he had to have been practicing magic that night? Any night but that one would've been fine. Ugh. So frustrating.

He grows steadily closer to Glenn's little cave house in the forest. Glenn preferred not to live with the other satyrs, partly because he was sort of betraying them. As he approaches, he hears loud whispering and murmurs coming from inside. Sounded like a nymph. Oh, gods. Not again. Colton throws the door open. A pretty, tall nymph with lush green hair and electric blue eyes is locked lips with Glenn. They're sitting on his tiny loveseat. The nymph screams when she sees Colton. Glenn strokes her hair, glaring at Colton.

"Ssshhhh, Daisy. It'll be okay."

*Sniffle* "My-my name isn't Daisy..."

"Oh, right! Umm, Becky.."

She wipes her nose on Glenn's shirt. Colton rolls his eyes.

"Glenn!"

Glenn looks up, annoyed. "Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?"

"Glenn, code red. Code blue"

Glenn's eyes widen and he shoots to his feet. "Who!?"

"Y-T-I-N-I-R-T."

Glenn closes his eyes for a moment.

Code red meant someone had found out. Code blue meant someone had been hurt. Then came who found out and was hurt. They just spelled their name backwords.

Glenn mouths, "TRINITY?"

Colton nods.

"Come on, they're badly hurt. Bring those reeds."

Glenn stands up, his force making Becky fall down on the ground, and returns a few seconds later. "Gotta go, Becky," he says. "You can spend the night here. Uhh, I'll be back by morning." Then Colton led Glenn quickly to Trinity.

When they arrive, Trinity is deathly pale and breathing so shallowly that Colton doesn't see she's breathing at first. A puddle of blood has collected at her feet. He curses himself for not wrapping it before he left. Glenn looks at her closely. Her wounds healed half-way thanks to ambrosia, but her leg is still bleeding heavily. Glenn taps his lips.

"You gave her ambrosia?"

"Yes."

Glenn brings his reeds to his lips and puffs out a small note. Then he begins playing a sweet, slow melody, one that describes a pretty forest and mountains and glittering lakes. It slowly speeds up. Colton watches in amazement as Trinity's wound starts lacing together. Color slowly starts coming back to her face. He feels so much relief in his heart that he almost cries, almost, but doesn't. Wouldn't want her to wake up and see.

Glenn finishes playing, and Colton wants to scream at him to keep playing, but doesn't.

"That's all I can do," Glenn says quietly. "Wrap up her leg. She'll heal quickly."

Colton bites his lip. "I don't have anything."

Glenn glances at him distastefully. "You always have something. I once shaved my own legs to knit a sweater for my mama goat when she was freezing in winter. Give her your shirt."

Colton hesitates, but does it. He pulls his shirt off and wraps it carefully around her leg. It only covers half the wound, though.

"Glenn, its not completely covered."

"Well, I don't have anything!"

Colton looks over sharply. The satyr was barechested, showing off muscled arms and abs. Unlike Colton. He was just thin with thin muscles. Barely a trace of abs. Colton's eyes grow wide.

"I sure hope Becky had her shirt on."

Glenn snorts. "Nymphs don't wear clothes." Colton looks down. He only had pants left, and there was no way he was going around with only underwear on. A sick feeling rises in his chest as he watches Trinity's leg steadily contribute to the blood pile. Trinity has a shirt on too, doesn't she? And hopefully a bra.

He glances at her rising and falling chest. He would have to do it. Glenn grins wickedly.

"Do it."

Colton bites his lip. "But..."

"Its the only way and you know it."

Colton swallows hard. He'd never taken a girls shirt off before. He yanks the shirt off Trinity and looks away from her black bra. That was her private property. He fumbles while wrapping her leg, and luck has it that she begins to blink her eyes open.

"Its soooo cold," she says. A small breeze drifts over her belly. Wait. She looks down and shrieks. "COLTON DILLON HENNIX! WHERE IS MY SHIRT!" She crosses her arms over her chest. Colton clears his throaat and gestures at her leg. "I used it to wrap your leg."

"WELL, GET ME ANOTHER ONE!"

Glenn laughs and color rises in Colton's face. Trinity notices he doesn't have his shirt on either. Neither does Glenn. They were all shirtless.

Colton glares coldly at Glenn, but that doesn't damper his mood. "Arw you gonna get the lady a shirt or not?" Glenn says, grinning. Colton narrows his eyes.

"I am not going out there without a shirt."

Trinity rolls her eyes. "You don't wear a bra or have private parts on your chest! Just go."

"No."

Glenn smirks. "Colton has a problem being shirtless. He won't even go swimming without a shirt."

"Shut up, fuzz legs!"

"Look at your own leg forest, buddy. You're not that far off from me."

"I said shut up! Why don't you get the shirts. And get one for yourself."

"Fine. Whatever."

Glenn trots out of the cave after giving them a sly grin.

Colton sits down. Trinity eyes him. "Why don't you like to not wear your shirt?" You don't look too bad...

He looks at his toes. "Uuuhhhh..." instead of answering, he was thinking, I never expected a girl to ask me that... He clears his throat.

"Um, I'm just uncomfortable."

"Why?"

"Why are you asking?"

"I don't know."

"I don't know either."

Trinity growled in frustration. "Is there a specific reason?"

There was a few moment of silence.

Colton avoided her gaze. "Oh look, is that a bird a hear?"

"NO."

Another moment of awkward silence. Trinity looked aware from Colton's bare chest and examined her hands carefully. Ooooh, look, some dirt... How very, very interesting...

Only when her stomach rumbled did the silence end. Colton snickered and Trinity stood up quickly.

"I'm hungry, Colton."

"I can hear." More snickering.

Trinity turned red. "This is all fun and games for you, isn't it!"

Colton turned to her. "Not all of it."

Trinity sucked in a breath sharply. Count down from ten. Calm down.

Colton raised an eyebrow calmly. "So, you're hungry?"

"No, idiot, I've just been playing a stupid joke on you. OF COURSE I'M HUNGRY, DIMWIT." She pointed at her leg. "In case you didn't notice, which is pretty hard, I have two freaking holes in my leg. I need food to help get better."

"What do you think, I'm a hunting mountain man or something?" said Colton incredulously.

"I think you might've spent 5 years of your life learning to use weapons and hand-to-hand combat. Maybe you could've learned to kill a squirrel or something in the process."

"You want to eat squirrel?" He asked, horrified.

"No! I was proving a point. Besides, your legs are all hairy. You kinda do look like a mountain man."

"What is up with everyone and my leg hair?!"

Trinity smirked.