AN: Primrose's POV

"Look in my pack," I say, thrusting it at Arthur, "There's a medical kit in there that might have leaves that help the stings. "

Then I turn my attention to Merlin. She's got two stings on his left hand, one on his right, and one on the side of his neck. I go to the that one first and pull the stringer out. Then I take the ones out of his hands. "You found it yet?!" I call back to Arthur once that's done.

"I think I found the kit," He answers holding up a small white box.

I snatch the kit from his hands and start to rip through it, looking in jars and bottles and chunking them to the side as I go. At last I find what I'm looking for, a stack of leaves tied together with twine. I always keep some in here, just in case. I untie the twine, and start chewing the leaves up in my mouth, spit them out, then put them on each sting. The masses turn a darker green as the venom seeps into them.

"What now?" Arthur asks.

"Now," I say, leaning back from my work, "We wait."

The next few hours all I do is watch Merlin, holding him down when he starts writhing on the ground. I don't know what he's seeing, I've never actually dealt with a Tracker Jacker victim before, but I know it's bad. "It's alright," I say soothingly, "It's not real. You're here, you're with me, you're safe." But it's useless, the hallucination s are too vivid, too intense. Still I keep whispering the soothing words.

Arthur just stands by the shadows, and I can tell he doesn't like situations like this, seeing someone you care about suffering and unable to do anything. At one point he just goes off on his own, and I don't bother to ask where he's going, I'm so focused on Merlin.

It's the middle of the night when Merlin comes back to reality . He looks up at me and asks in a weak voice, "Primrose."

I brush the hair out of his face saying gently, "I'm right here."

"They found out," Merlin said, "They tried to burned to me. I tried to explain to them but I couldn't make them understand. And then there were animals, they were chasing Gwen, she fell to the grown, and ripped her apart. There were others too..."

"Merlin it's okay," I reassure him, "It was just the poison messing with your head. It wasn't real, none of it was."

"Is it over?" He asks, hopefully.

"I'm not sure," I say, "I...knew someone who was strung once, bad, and one time she told me about it. Just she thought it was over, it'd start again."

"How long?" Merlin asks, "How long did it last?"

"Two days, she said," I say, " I'm so, so sorry." And then I take his hand, and our eyes meet.

And then his eyes start darting around, and it starts again.

The next day and a half is like that. Merlin seeing who-knows-what, and either murmuring in pain or screaming his head off. Me reapplying leaves and futilely trying to comfort him, even though I know it's no use. Arthur just standing there, watching trying to pretend he's got himself together when I know he's falling apart inside. I know from experience. Well that and one time I have to go off to try to find more leaves because I've almost depleted my supply, after finding enough to get us through the rest of the day, maybe, I come back and find Arthur kneeling over Merlin, copying what I was doing, saying things I don't think he would if Merlin could actually hear. I make some rustling sounds to give him fair warning, and he jumps back to where he was when I left, and when I walk in he tells me there hadn't been any change.

Then finally on the third day, he comes out of it. And he stays out of it. His body's still too sore for much movement, thought eventually he does get up with my help. After he's been up for the while I say "You feel up to heading out?"

"Yeah," He says, getting up off the log he's sitting on.

"I'll need a minute to figure how to get back to our route," I say, looking around. We're nowhere near where we were when the Tracker Jackers attacked. I hope that maybe I can find some clue to lead us back. But we've been there for three days so our trail is completely gone. "Let's try following the river," I decide at last, "May be we can find where we jumped in and work from there."

We walk in silence, fallowing the river. As I look at river, I can't helping about how easily we could've died going into it. But then I think about how we would have certainly died if the Tracker Jackers stayed on out trial. How Merlin came so close to dying...but he didn't. "He's right there," I tell me myself, "He's there right, behind you, as if nothing ever happen." Still I look back just to check. He's seems perfectly healthy now, but it looks like he's mulling over something. Maybe his body still aches, or perhaps the hallucinations still haunt his mind.

I find the spot where I think we went in then look into the thick dense woods. I'm not sure where if this will lead us back to the trail. We could stay with the river, but I'm not sure where that leads either. In the end, I decide taking the route leading away from the river.

That turns out to be the right decision, because we find out way back to the trail. We walk for the rest of the day and then some of night to make up time, then eventually make camp.

I decide I should probably check in which Dr. Guinan and tell him that we might not be arrive on schedule, so I find a quiet spot a bit off to the side and start playing with the comumicuff they gave me, but nenegelctied to show me how to actually use. "Hey," I call into once I get a signal, "Hey, is anybody receiving me? My name is Primrose Everdeen-Mellark, I'm looking for the Private Science Guild particularly a man named . Can anyone hear me?"

There are a few more minutes of static then a woman's voice says, " Hearing you loud and clear, honey. This is Dr. Willow Masters. I'll put you through to Dr. Guinan. He's been expecting your call."

There's some more static and then I hear Dr. Guinan say, "Ms. Everdeen-Mellark?"

"I'm here," I say, " I've located the two unknown items. They're two young men. We're on our way to you, but there, ah, was a little bit of speed bump earlier. We ran into some Trackers Jackers, one of them got stung pretty bad. We dealt with it, he's alright now, but we're gonna be a couple of days later than originally planned."

"How many is a couple?" Dr. Guinan asks.

"I'm not sure," I admit," At least two, maybe more."

"Well," begins, "Thank you for letting us know -Mellark."

And with that he hangs up.

"You're welcome," I murmur somewhat sarcastically.

Then I turn around and fine Merlin and Arthur staring at me whit questioning looks on their faces.