Emotional

2 - New Friends (jay)

After walking for what felt like hours with Jasmine in my hands, I had to rest. I needed to get water and food into Jasmine's system, where we were going was possibly a week long walk, and I wasn't sure if Jasmine would survive. Especially if she wasn't eating or drinking.

I shook her a little, but she didn't wake up. I tried for a few minutes to get her to wake up, but nothing worked.

I sighed before drinking some water and taking a bite out of the granola bar. It hurts me to see Jasmine look so vulnerable. The bandages that she threw into her satchel weren't very thick or productive and she bled through them quickly. I had to get her wounds closed before she bled out.

I put pressure on it every day and night, practically whenever we aren't walking, to help stop the bleeding.

It picks up some days, sometimes it pours blood, sometimes it's a light trickle, but there's no pattern to it, and I'm not sure what to do.

We're only 16, and Jasmine's sitting on her death bed. I pushed myself to the absolute limits trying to get us closer to the safe haven for people like us. We need to get there fast, and it's not helping that I feel sick every second and like I'm going to pass out.

A snap of a branch shook me out of my thoughts. I turned quickly, hoping we weren't going to ambushed by people, and that we wouldn't be ripped apart by an animal.

"Hello?" I called out, timidly. The wind blew through the air, rustling the leaves, but there was no show that anything was out there. It was probably just my imagination.

I began walking again, but I heard another snap, and another. I began turning as quick as I could trying to keep the snaps in front of me. It made it harder with Jasmine in my hands, but I managed.

Just at this moment, Jasmine started to stir a little.

"Hey, hey, hey. How you feeling?" I asked her. She blinked a little and looked around groggily before letting out a strangled yell and gripping down to her thigh. Her hand met a bandage, and she looked at me confused.

"What the hell just happened?" She asked. I opened my mouth to explain, but two figures suddenly came out of the woods. I stood up, putting Jasmine behind me. She was still on the ground with pain, now was not the time for more people to try and kill us.

"Were here to help" One said, putting his hands up. He dropped the gun and kicked it over to me. I picked it and he nodded. I put it back down and tried to figure out a way to see if he was like Jasmine and I.

"14si6hj" I said, trying not to look wary. The men in front of me relaxed slightly, and responded smoothly.

"15ao7jk" My shoulders slumped from their tense position. "Don't worry, were hunters from the safe haven. We usually look for food, but occasionally we come across some escapees. We haven't found one in a few years. Most don't realize what they are before...it's too late" He explained. I nodded, my mouth feeling like it was glued shut. "Umm, is she hurt?" He asked.

I nodded, and quickly turned back to Jasmine.

"Hey, these guys are gonna help you ok?" I asked her. She couldn't talk, but she nodded, her eyes still shut tight.

"What happened?" The taller one asked, motioning to her shin where the scratch from the gate had turned a little green.

"We jumped over the fence with guns pointed at us. She cut herself on one of the prongs at the top" I explained.

"How'd you get out alive?" He asked while grabbing some cream Ive never seen before and some heavy duty bandage that could replace the crappy ones I'd used.