Forever and Always

Chapter 11

Clara jolted her eyes open and inhaled deeply. She lifted her head off the ground and looked around, confusion blurring her mind. She looked at the bushes and trees around her, and she could feel the sun beating down on her face. Exhausted, she dropped her head back on the ground, in the leaves. She steadied her breathing, breathing through her mouth, and she struggled to recollect her energy.

When Clara felt she had enough power, she took her left palm and pressed it against the ground. She let out a groan when moving her arm caused a jolt of pain to run up and down her back. She squeezed her jaw and let out rapid breaths escape through her mouth. However, that jolt of pain helped clear her mind a bit. She remembered being thrown across the forest by a giant guy, Thanos, she was able to give him a name. Then her back must've hit the tree she was underneath, causing her go unconscious and really injure her back. Clara, still having her left hand flat on the ground, prepared to move her right hand to help herself stand up. Her right hand was underneath her stomach, and she slowly pulled it out from under her.

When she saw her hand, Clara felt herself almost throw up. Her hand, or should she say her forearm, was completely snapped in half. It was swollen and turning blue. The top half of her arm dangled there, all useless, and the bottom half of her forearm, where it snapped, was poking out from underneath her skin. Clara was afraid that if she moved it, that bone would poke right through her skin. Clara held in a scream, but her breathing picked up once again to the point she was hyperventilating. Her lips trembled and she felt warm tears run down her face. Suddenly, her back was the least of her problem. She got up on her butt and scooted backwards until she was leaning against the tree trunk. She held her broken arm in her hand, and she looked up. In the tree above her, she saw a dent from where she must've hit. It was at least fifteen feet up. She looked back at her arm and let out a quick sob. She came to the horrific conclusion that she hit the tree, causing her go unconscious, and she fell from that height onto her arm, causing it to snap like a twig. She also remembered that she was a wolf when she hit, but she as now a person, so go unconscious must've triggered her mind to switch back. When she woke up, the shock of it all kept her from realizing her arm was even broken until she finally saw it. Once she saw it, it started to hurt like a bitch. Clara, realizing she had to do something about it, scrounged around on the ground, looking for some sticks. She whimpered as she collected he sturdiest stick she could find as well as some long pieces of grass. Clara held her swollen arm close to her chest, and she let out several tears. She felt her heart race and her forehead was covered in sweat. She looked down at her arm. It was twice the size as her other arm, and it expressed shades of blue, purple, and green. The amount of pain made her uncomfortable, she squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath. She rolled her head around, looking to see if anyone else was around, but she was all alone. She looked back up at the tree where she hit. When she found the dent in the tree, she made a straight line with her eyes, figuring out the path back to where she was. She hugged her arm close to her stomach, and using her good arm and the tree to support her, she pushed herself off the ground. As she did, she moved her arm the slightest bit, causing an excruciating amount of pain shooting up her arm. She let out a loud cry before biting her lip to transfer the pain elsewhere. She let out quick, rapid breaths to recover from the pain. She was hunched over, her back aching from the hut, and she started to slowly walk back n the direction she had paved out with her eyes. She limped through bushes, looking around for anyone at all. She was able to slow her breathing again, but her face was wet with sweat and tears.

"Guys?" She managed to call out through the tears. "Anyone?" She limped painfully through the brush, hoping to see someone. She closed her eyes as she walk, trying to control the pain and focusing her mind of something else other than her arm.

"Clara?" Clara thought she heard someone call her name. She opened her eyes and stopped where she was. She listened, waiting to see if she could hear someone call her name again, and she did. It sounded worried, but also close. She also knew that voice very well to be Bucky's voice.