just your luck. the first time you get badly hurt in the wilderness, the only person there to save you is your worst enemy.

enemy is a strong word.. your relationship with nat was fairly complicated. long story short, you hated each other. no clear reason why.. it was just easy to say and one less person you had to share sweets with at the group sleepovers.

somehow, she got even more annoying in the wilderness. having to see her stupid face and hear her whiny voice every day.. it’s like she was trying to irritate you.

damn right she was. you and nat had been assigned to hunting together for a day, since travis insisted of staying at the cabin and taking care of javi while he was sick. just great.

natalie argued with you about carrying the rifle, until she snitched on you and got verbal confirmation from coach scott that she could carry it, making a mocking haa-haa noise at you before setting off in the sticks and mud.

natalie spent the whole walk ridiculing you, spitting out the worst insults in the book just to piss you off.

nat snorted as another popped into her head. “yknow, they should really call you-“

“fuck!”

“what? i didn’t even finish-“ nat cut herself off as she saw your situation, your palm impaled with a sharp branch after falling, and it went straight through you.

“yeah, fuck.” she repeated with a nod, setting the rifle down and rushing over to you. “god. how the fuck..” she muttered, looking up at your distressed expression. “it’s alright, you’ll be okay..”

nat was clearly stressing, but wanted to make sure you were alright.