Reality Check

Chapter 3

Hello there! I actually finished typing chapter 3 earlier today and I thought I should post it since it's done. I hope you all are enjoying the story so far. Let's see. There is mention of medical stitchwork, but that is about it.

As usual, please don't comment about my grammar or spelling. I am checking for those constantly.

~Enjoy!

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I pushed a stake into the ground and tied the rabbits' feet to it so they would be unable to escape our camp, but I froze when I heard barking in the distance. I jumped up and glanced around with fear for myself and Wilson who was out gathering more wood for us. "Wilson? Is that you barking?" I was trembling as I went to the chest and grabbed the other spear to attempt defending myself against whatever was coming closer. Hearing footsteps emerging from the thick forestry near us, I stood at the edge of camp with the spear pointed out towards the trees. "I-I'm not af-ffraid of you! Sshow yourself! Wilson, where are you?" I was close to crying as I saw something running towards me with others following it. I screamed as I tightened my grip on my spear and closed my eyes, tucking my face into my shoulder. I felt the bite before I heard the growling upon me as I fell. The wound caused by the bite was deep enough to stop me from crawling away.

I opened my eyes and hit the creature biting down on me which made it release its grip on me. However, before it could attempt to bite me again, Wilson came leaping towards the creature with his own spear and the wood on his back. He was covered in blood which I could only assume was not his and hopefully just some other creature that he was hunting earlier. I pushed against the dirt under me so I could hide within the walls of our camp from the creature. The tears that were falling down my face blurred my vision as I hid from the creature who had injured me and from Wilson who was fighting the beast. Carefully, I lifted myself up enough to see over the wall we had surrounding our home and checked to see if he was winning or losing. He had stabbed the creature through its skull with a wicked grin and chuckle before he yanked the spear out of its bone and flesh. I watched as he kicked the downed beast before he wiped the spear on its fear and turning towards me with the same grin.

I backed away from the wall and tried my best to stand up and walk away only to limp towards our fire pit. "Y/N? Why are you running away from me?" he questioned me, but all I could see was the same Wilson from my dream before. I hiccupped as I accepted that I might not see the next day because of Wilson losing his mind to the wilderness. He saw the fear in my eyes and shaking form before he dropped his spear and went to the water near us to clean his hands. I sat there shaking, trying to calm myself down and repeated, "Wilson won't hurt you. He won't hurt you. He just saved you." He came running back to our camp with clean hands and the wood still packed onto his back. I managed to stop my shaking, but the tears still fell down my face from the pain in my leg. Sitting in a way that would put any pressure on the wound, I gently pulled my pant leg up away from the wound and inhaled sharply.

Wilson put his load down and came over to me, watching how I was reacting to his presence again. "Y/N, everything is going to be okay. You have to trust me though," He looked into my eyes and I could hear his pleading tone to let him help me. I nodded without speaking and he sat down next to me and took a small knife out of his pocket. He kept eye contact with me as long as he could before he turned his focus over to my leg. He cut away my pant leg that was covering the wound and gently lifted my leg up so he could move the fabric out of the way. He examined the bite and ran his fingers over the skin surrounding it. "Luckily, it doesn't look too bad, but you should stay off it until it heals." I chanced a glance at my own wound and nearly screamed at the sight. Wilson was quick to comfort me by putting his hand on my good leg and squeezing my thigh. "Y/N, it'll be alright. We will dress it and then I will get materials to make you a new pair of paints," he reassured me with a soft and gentle tone. I nodded and whimpered as he went to the chest and grabbed my sewing needle and some thread. He also grabbed a spider gland that we had been saving and silk to make a bandage.