Chapter 45

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I landed painfully on my injured leg, making me hiss in pain as I accidentally dropped Summer in the process. She let out a small, distressed noise but that was about it.

We had landed in a cave somewhere on the planet, that was certain; the exact location a little less so. I knew it was somewhere close to where my sister and her tribe were staying, but we could be halfway across the world without even knowing it. Which was a good thing since we were running from the witch.

Another small moan brought me back to reality. Summer was injured. As quickly as possible I struggled to her side, examining the wounds she acquired. Most of them were superficial, just scratches and nip marks from the Grimm, but the stab wound on her abdomen was bleeding profusely.

"Shit!" I cursed as my hands hovered over her wound. I needed to stop the bleeding. Apply pressure to the wound. And bandages. Definitely bandages.

With shaking hands, I searched my pockets and pouches for something to use to cover her wound. Finding nothing even close to suitable I grabbed a hold of my cloak and ripped about a foot of the fabric off the end. It wasn't bandages but it would have to do.

I wadded up the cloth and pressed it against the wound, applying as much pressure as I could. Unfortunately, with Salem's broken blade still imbedded in my shoulder, my one arm wasn't feeling very cooperative.

Summer's face scrunched up in pain as she tried to move away from my hands.

"No, don't move," I warned, getting her attention in the process. "I'm trying to stop the bleeding. You can't move."

"Qrow." Her voice was not much more than a raspy whisper. She looked a bit confused, but it was hard to tell.

"Yeah, it's me," I answered, even if it wasn't much of a question. "The dumbass."

"You have a sword in your shoulder."

"And you had a sword in your stomach. We must make quite the pair. A pair of matching bookends, I'd think."

"You need it patched."

"Don't worry, I won't bleed out anytime soon," I told her as I watched the red fabric begin to turn a much darker shade. "I'm worried you will though. So stay still."

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