"My heart h-hurts," Karen sobbed, pushing her head against your collar as you stroked her back. "It hurts so- so bad."

Sean was dead. Everyone and camp missed the loudmouth, but Karen was taking it especially hard. Now, you were both in your tent (as it could close fully, unlike hers), her in your arms as she cried her eyes out.

"Why does it hurt?" She hiccuped, words slightly slurred from the drinks she'd had earlier. "I don't want to- to hurt."