Sacrifice

The Vine

Whoosh. The wind crept along her skin, nestling around her dried up wounds, she shivered in her sleep and felt her nose twitch as the grass tickled against her cheek....Grass? Her cheek was laying on the grass, Louise must've tilted down in her sleep and she was laying on her right shoulder, but it wasn't her bad shoulder. But all the pressure she was putting on it made it ache and she would definitely feel the effects of it throughout the rest of the day.

Louise slowly opened her eyes, it was bright, almost blinding and all she could see in front of her was the jungle that went on for miles. Louise gently moved her legs, trying to wake the rest of her body up. She looked at the sky to see that it was clear day, with some clouds but it didn't look like any harsh weather was underway. Louise cautiously lifted her left arm up, her hand feeling the rock that was warm by the sun, she felt her palm scrape against the mineral.

"Ugh," She groaned softly as she sat up, feeling around for her pocketknife that she left flipped opened. She grabbed the handle of the knife and cut off the shoelaces that tied her wounds shut, the tourniquet only served as a way to slow and later stop her bleeding, but she would have to find a way to close her cuts completely. Which, for Louise, would be extremely difficult to do because she has no medical knowledge or survival skills as to how to stitch yourself back together.

She reached for her shoes and tried her best to re-lace them, despite how she was only trying to move her fingers and not her whole arm. She had missed a few holes but Louise would be able to tie them again if she needed to, she then grabbed her socks so she could put them back on her feet. She moved her right leg as close as she could to her hips, this was when she discovered that her right calf was the one with the big bruise from her fall the other day.

Louise clenched her teeth as she drew her leg close to her, inhaling deeply as the bruise pressed against her thigh as she bent her leg. She then stretched her right hand out and did her best to pull her sock over her splinter ridden foot, repeating the same motion with her other leg, only without the pain. Louise didn't put her shoes on just yet and the question of if she'd ever put her shoes back on was a mystery....

She looked over to her pile of leaves, sticks and vines and knew that she would need to work on her sling. Louise brought the leaves closer to her and intertwined them together using only one long vine.

She left the excess vine and looped it through the hole she had drilled into the piece of bark. Louise laid the other piece of bark inside of the intertwined leaves, and she stared at what she had built, how would she put this on herself only using one hand? Doctors usually used both hands or more than one person to put slings or casts on people, or at least that's what Louise thought, she had never broken a bone before, not even a fracture.

Louise placed the piece of bark with the vine looped through it on her shoulder, and then she slowly pressed the intertwined leaves with the piece of bark against her left forearm, hoping that everything would stay in place. The only support that this "sling" had was the vines and the pure weight of her arm, and she looked at the one vine she had left.

She only need one vine. For some reason, that thought had ticked her off, she only needed one and she had injured herself more because she thought she needed two. She had slowed her recovery time all because of VINES? Maybe it was the fact that she was in pain, or it was the thought of being on a dinosaur infested island, or maybe it was because she hadn't eaten in three days, but something as small as this got her upset. However, she needed to calm down, it took too much unnecessary energy to be so worked up over basically nothing.

She took some deep breaths in, followed by more deep breaths out, they were just vines. Something that trailed down branches and hung from trees, it would be more worth it to get upset if she had actually begun her recovery process, which she hadn't. Louise had only washed off her wounds, stopped them from bleeding, but the wounds were still open, her bones were still broken.