SkyFall

Taking Action

"Ow, ow, ow! That burns! You're only making it worse!" I screeched out, pulling away from Owen and his bottle of rubbing alcohol.

"You should be used it! Didn't you do this to your knuckles?"

"Yes, but that's different. This is on my face! And it hurts way more!"

"Then what should we do?"

"Um, I'll just put this giant patch on it," I said, grabbing it from the first aid kit.

"That isn't going to help-"

"It'll stop what's left of the blood flow..."

"If you don't die of blood loss first."

"That's not really making me feel any better, Jerk."

"We need to stitch it up, or cauterize it-"

"WE WILL DO NO SUCH THING BECAUSE THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL THAT I'M GOING TO SEAL MY WOUND WITH FIRE!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!?!"

"With your yelling, who wouldn't? And stop yelling! You're only going to make your cheek worse!"

"My cut isn't that bad and you know it! It's not going to need any fire or pointy needles. Just this patch, okay!?"

"Fine. I just wanted to make sure you'd be okay."

"I will be. Thanks," I muttered, securing the patch on my cheek. "Do you guys happen to have any pain killers?"

"Here," he said, holding out a plastic medicine container. "I'll go get you some water."

I pressed my forehead onto the palm of my hand. This hurts so fucking much... I gave a small chuckle, despite my pain. Back on Earth, I would have passed out with a wound like this. I'd be crying! I guess SkyFall really has matured me...

"Drink two pills," Owen said, coming into the restroom with a glass of water.

I did so, thanked Owen once more, and convinced him that I was well enough to be alone. As I walked down the hallway towards my room, I passed by the area where I was attacked by a rabid dog... In other words, the restroom Clarissa attacked me in.

Clarissa was screeching and squawking angrily, but quieted when she saw me. Obviously, she didn't want to give me the satisfaction of hearing her struggle. I didn't utter a word as I passed by the door.

"Through her whole calf," she said suddenly. "She got lucky, I was aiming for her torso."

I stopped mid-step and took a step backwards to peer at her inside the wrecked bathroom. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Beth. Her face was priceless when she felt the arrow slice through her leg."

"You're sick, you know that?" I said, biting on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from plunging at her again. "It's a wonder how you even had friends, back in high school. But then again, Delilah was never the sharpest knife in the drawer, was she?"

Clarissa snorted. "I barley remember her. She's probably dead by now... Not that it matters anyway. I have my specialty moves, this castle, and Malin. Why would I want anything else?"

It was my turn to snort. "You don't have Malin, or this castle. You don't even own the clothes on your back- that's Malin's too. Do you really think you mean something to him?"

She scoffed. "Where practically dating, stupid."

I almost felt sorry for her. Almost. "You might have stabbed Beth in her leg, but pretty soon, you're gonna get stabbed in the back. Take that as advice."