"Personally, I'd prefer drowning. But that's just me." I said light heartily. My eyes shot open as I became aware of a burning pain in my knifed hand. I made a sound that was like a fish sizzling by sucking in air through my teeth. I slipped out of Joesph's arms and back down to the area where I had dumped out my backpack. I grabbed the toilet paper and my trident, then began to walk into the trees.
"I need to get this cleaned before it gets infected." I said without meeting Joesph's eyes. I knew that after what had just happened, if I didn't go soon, he wouldn't let me go. And so I darted off into the trees, looking for a spring or anything where I could get fresh water.
Joesph nodded understandingly, and once Kit had left an immediate chorus of snickers followed. He turned around and looked, where three boys were crouched in a tree, the one who looked to be a leader was holding a bow and a a single arrow. Joesph snorted and yelled up at them, "work on your hiding and volume skills, boys." He pulled back the string, released and heard a nearly instant thump and the sound of a cannon. The remainders were gaping and staring at their dead friend, while Joesph laughed, "I've got 16 more arrows. Wanna go?" They were all gone within seconds.
I looked around, my ears intently listening for any gurgle of a stream or spring. My ears picked up on neither of those, so I ran on. I wasn't looking where I was going, so it didn't surprise me that I was unprepared for my foot sinking into the soft mud that surrounded a small lake.
"Perfect." I muttered to myself. I knelt down and began to clean my wound. I pulled my hand out of the water. I let out a sigh of relief. The knife hadn't hit any bone, but it had gone almost clear through. If it weren't for the hilt, there would be a hole through my hand right now. Luckily, the knife was too short to go all the way through, and was now just halfway through. I picked up the toilet paper and wrapped my had in a few layers. I them picked up a vine and split the end, ending up in three of four finer strands. I slowly worked on braiding them together, then tied it around my hand. it would keep the toilet paper on for now.
Ava went down to a stream, where she found a body at the bottom on the cool water. Pulling the body out of the water, she noticed a backpack on the limp body's back, and pulled it off. She opened it, and at the bottom of the pack was a container of medicine, and it was mostly dry. Thinking Kit was beside her, she held out the salve for her ally to take.
Ava realized Kit wasn't taking the medicine and turned. She wasn't there, but someone else was. She fumbled for her dagger and slammed it through the boy's chest, but not before he managed to stab her side with a small knife. "KIT!" She cried, taking out the knife as she tried to get the medicine onto the wound. Her eyelids fluttered as she threatened to fall unconscious.