The Last Survivors

Ashton-39

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Ashton

I had decided that Kyla was either incompetent or stubborn. Seriously, why was she so reluctant to get water? It was a mystery to me.

Terran's back wasn't too bad, and could have been cleaned quickly. But I needed more water because the first boot-full of water had been half-empty.

After what seemed like forever, Kyla came back with the boot, again only half-filled with water. I sighed, but took the boot, and poured some on Terran's back.

He groaned softly, as the water hit the open wounds where the wolf attacked him.

I frowned as a new problem presented itself. What was I supposed to use to get the dirt and blood off? The first boot of water Kyla had gotten, I had just poured over his back, kind of trying to loosen everything up a bit. I glanced around and my eyes fell on Terran's ripped and tattered shirt.

"Kyla!" I called out.

I could almost feel her reluctance to come back over, since she had magically disappeared after giving me the boot.

"Yes?" she asked quietly, almost timidly.

I pointed at Terran's shirt, "I need you to get his shirt decently clean so I can use it to wipe the dirt and blood off."

"Why can't you?" she snapped.

"I told you because I know what I'm doing and you wouldn't!" I exclaimed, "Now just go clean it! And I need a full boot of water, please." I added.

She glared at me, "Fine." Grabbing the boot and shirt, she stalked away, anger evident in her every movement.

"Good grief." I muttered to myself, and brushed the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. The weather had turned sweltering, and soon more beads of sweat formed.

"Well, let's hope she hurries." I commented, studying Terran's back, "I think it's already kind of infected."

Poor guys... we really did a number on them, didn't we? Oh, and did I mention it's not over yet? 😈

Ashton - Evara