Each step was painful, your side hurt, head hurt and your throat burned, desperate for some water. What went wrong? What happened? You couldn’t remember, it was all a blur and now you were stuck in a haze as your feet stumbled beneath you. Dizziness began to consume your very being as you bumped into trees and nearly tripped at every little thing beneath you. All you knew was that your side hurt and the warmth that began to pool down your side didn’t bring any good news.

By your side was Toby, his hand pressed tightly against your side as your arm slung over his shoulders. You were pushing your weight onto him but he didn’t mind, desperate to find you help, to fix you up. His brows were furrowed in focus, he couldn’t bare to look at your pale face because he knew that what happened was partly his responsibility and he failed you. Blood oozed between his fingertips, his tight so grip it hurt but he didn’t seem to notice. Before you could even protest, you tripped and fell down to your knees which alarmed Toby immediately.

“C—C-Come on, g-g-get up—.. You’re o-okay-…” he was stumbling more, his nervousness seeping through the cracks of his hard exterior. His hands slipped around your arms, desperate to pull you up but you were so weak you could barely muster up the strength. You were losing blood and too much of it. “Fuck, okay, come o-on,” he mumbled softly and before you knew it, he had picked you up bridal style and began to jog through the woodland.