Don't Starve

Lullaby

Willow's POV:
The rain soaks into my clothes and hair, sending shivers down my spine. I have my fingers wrapped around my lighter. The feel of the metal is warm and inviting. The fire still burns brightly despite the thunderous downpour. Wilson hasn't moved for hours. I wonder if he's dead. His back is turned towards the fire. He shivers. The breathe that has been caught in my throat for so long is finally pushed out. After a while he turns over on his back. I can hear a soft whimper escape his throat before he twist back onto his side. I can tell he's hurting. I can almost feel the pain in the air. The fire hisses and draws my attention back to it. I watch how the flames shiver and spasm under the downpour of rain. I throw another log in before it burns out.
At first the music comes slow and quietly. I barely hear it. Its the sound of a music box being spun. As the music speeds up I can tell that it's some sort of lullaby. The tune whispers to me to turn off the lights. The song demands that I go to sleep, but I fight off the urge to. I push myself up from where I was sitting and throw another log onto the fire. It burst with excitement as it accepts the wood. The music continues to play from somewhere in the darkness. I don't notice the hands until it's too late. They curl around the campfire by the time I see them. The light goes out and the music stops playing. I can't see anything. Everything is shadow. I flip my lighter on. I can feel something breathing on me from the shadows. I hear the whispers. The shadows are so close to me. I need to find Wilson. I hear a scream. It was low and more like a groan, but I follow it. Wilson is crumble on the floor holding onto his chest. I pull the light closer to him and skid onto the floor next to him. He feels cold and he is shaking violently. My hand is shaky. He twist onto his back and let's out a bloodcurdling scream. I feel like crying. I have no idea what to do. I notice he has blood beading up on his shirt and the ground around him.
"Wilson," it comes out as a whimper. It sounds like I'm crying, but I can't feel the tears. My thumb hurts from keeping the lighter on for so long. I hear the shadows whispering to me to shut off the light. I feel so scared and helpless. Wilson struggles to get onto his knees. His body is shaking so violently. He pulls on leg up an try's to lift himself up on his feet. His leg wavers and he falls back onto his knees, clutching his stomach. I can't move. My thumb has gone numb over the switch. Wilson tries to lift himself up again. He wobbles on his legs, but this time stands. His face is contorted in pain. He holds his arm under his rib cage. I can see the blood sticking to his hands. He reaches for my hand but misses me completely. I can tell that he is losing a lot of blood. He looks pale, almost dead. He grabs me around the wrist and starts pulling me into the shadows.
"Keep the light on," he whispers. He pulls me on. My finger is beginning to tingle. I can see that it's turning reddish. While I'm focusing on the flame, Wilson tumbles to the ground. At first I thinks he's hunched in pain again, but instead I find him twirling grass around a stick. He reaches up and grabs my wrist again, pulling me down next to him. My thumb twitches and spasms. He pulls my hand that's holding the lighter towards him. Just as my lighter light goes off his torch lights up. Its so bright that it nearly blinds me. I squeeze my eyes closed for just a second. When I open them again Wilson is already standing. He looks even worst now. Sweat is sticking on his forehead. He looks broken. His face is white except for the bags under his eyes. The light twitches because of how much he is shaking. Blood is coating his shirt and arms. He holds the torch with his right hand and hangs his left one limply by his side. He sways before tumbling over and landing on his back. I reach out and grab the torch out of his hands before he hits the floor. I hold it close to me. His breathe is shaky and sweat slicks down his face. I sit on the floor next to him for the rest of the night. When the morning finally rises, Wilson is sitting up now. From what I can tell he stopped bleeding. Every now and again I can hear him whimper or groan. He won't say anything. He won't even look up at me. Without anything else to do, I stand up and make my way to the forest. Wilson looks at me. He has pain written all over his face. I can't take it anymore. I start running.