sat beside me. My eyes fluttered closed after a failed attempt to open them.
"Psych?" He whispered. I looked over at him.
"I'm sorry." I looked away.
"You should be. I can't believe you even considered killing me." The sun was down. It
was nice and cool in the hole.
"You'd be dead now if I had 'considered' it." I groaned. I went to stand up but crashed
to the ground.
"You okay?" He said, helping me up.
"I feel sick.." I said before vomiting. He jumped back to keep from being splashed by
puke. I coughed and spit up a bit more before leaning back against the wall of the hole.
"Feel better?" Zigzag asked me. He looked caringly over at me. I tried to smile.
"It's just my nerves. That was a lot of excitement earlier." "Yeah. About that.." He
looked uncomfortable. I shook my head.
"Let's get out of here." I turned to get out of the hole.
"Wait." He said, before jumping out of the hole and turning back to help me up.
"Thanks." I said. I stumbled my first few steps. He held out a hand to help me but I
didn't take it. The bond I had for him wasn't as strong as it had been before the
incident. I really just wanted to get away from him. Being alone in the dark with him
made me uneasy, even though I kept telling myself I had nothing to worry about. We
walked in silence back to camp. It wasn't that late. When I woke up, I thought it was
around 8 or 9, but it was only 7. No one worried about us. Well at least the
counselors.
