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Chapter 13

Everyone decided it was time to rest and hang out. Garroth made Laurence rest on a bed, it was mine. It was open. I laid down contemplating what happened today. Oh... I start panicking. Someone got shot. It could have been me... I feel responsible for this. S'mores walked in and gave me an extra blanket.

"Went out to get more. Tonight's going to be cold."

"Thanks..."

"Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing..."

"You feel responsible, don't you?"

"Yeah. Kind of."

"It's not your fault. You called help. It's more of my fault."

"How?"

"I got Scott's attention."

"Maybe we need fresh air?"

"That's what happened this morning, but I'm sure it won't happen again. The author has different plans."

"What?"

"Oh nothing, come on." S'mores dismissed his last sentence and grabbed my hand and dragged me down the stairs.

Letting go at the last second, before the last step mind you, I fell a bit bumping into him, which made him fall down the rest of the stairs. I fell down too as I lost my footing after I bumped into him.

"S'mores, you jerk." I say laying at the bottom with my legs on the last step.

S'mores burst out laughing, smiling, he responded with, "Sorry. Are you okay?"

S'mores still laughed as I answered, "Just great."

"Could you get up? You're laying on my back." S'mores said giggling a bit.

"But I don't wanna." I say as revenge.

"Ah. Fair plan. The ground is surprisingly comfortable."

"Why are you guys on the ground?" Sky came in carrying a sleeping Ty.

"Why are you carrying Ty?" S'mores retorted.

"He fell asleep."

"Are we in your way?" I question.

"Not really. S'mores is kind positioned awkwardly and you, Red, are half on the stairs, half on S'mores back."

"We fell down the stairs." S'mores said.

"Ouch. Are you okay."

"We haven't exactly moved since."

"You don't know?"

"Yeah"

"Well. I'm going to get Ty to bed. You guys should get up."

"Good idea." S'mores said.

"Yeah..." I agreed.

I roll off him with a grunt of pain. He groaned in pain as he tried to get up.

"We may be injured." S'mores groaned again.

"Do we need help?" I ask.

"Possibly." S'mores said trying to get up, but failed, falling back down.

I tried to get up also, but failed.

"We messed up." I say.

S'mores nodded and groaned, "My fault. Sorry. I'll endure the pain and get help."

"We are probably just kind of sore." I say, "We did only fall down half the stairs."

S'mores winced getting up, then helped me up.