"Yes?" I whispered, removing the arrow from my bow slowly.
Suddenly, William dropped to the ground groaning. He gripped his shoulder so tightly that his knuckles were white.
I jumped from my perch, not noticing my own pain as I hit the ground. I crossed the clearing in seconds pulling medical things from my bag.
His shoulder was a mess. He had scrunched up his torn shirt to stem the bleeding, but the cut was deep, and covered in dirt. I winced as he moaned in pain.
"My poor love!" I whispered, tearing away his shirt to reach the gash.
As I was cleaning off his arm after dressing the wound, when I realized the William was staring at me, dreamily. I pulled back, taking him in. He was just as I had remembered. Perfect.
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General FictionJess wishes the fights pressed upon her people would end. But how can she make that happen? She's only 13!
