In Need of Help (open)

My eyes open very slowly and close slowly. My vision is very blurry. What's going on? I feel pain everywhere. My foot is aching. My vision starts unblurring after a few blinks. I am able to tell I am against a tree. Eventually I can see someone. My head is aching too much for me to be able to identify the person. I close my eyes for what feels like a few minutes but I don't know how much time actually passed and whether or not I fell asleep. When I open them again my head is still aching but my vision is clear. I am able to identify the person. It is Spark. Spark is shirtless, and when I look at my aching foot I see his shirt wrapped around my wound. Slowly everything that happened comes back to me. And when it does my foot starts aching so much and I start screaming. But before my scream can get above a whisper my throat starts hurting. A lot. I am almost sure Spark cannot hear me, unless he has insanely good hearing. I am extremely thirsty. I try whisper the word 'thirsty' but all that comes out of my mouth is 'th'. I hope Spark understands what I mean. I see a knife above me on the tree. That was the knife that was in my foot! When I think about that my foot starts hurting more so I try to change the subject in my mind. But my head starts hurting to much to think, so I just lay against the tree, opening my eyes every few seconds. I realize my back, arms, and legs are bruised and hurting too, but not as bad as my feet. I am still very thirsty. I try speak again, and this time I am louder but words could still barely come out of my mouth. 'Th' I say again. I realize although it has felt like hours, I only screamed and said 'th' (the first time) a few minutes ago.

Spark seems to have heard me the second time I said 'th' because I see him writing down something. I wonder if he understood what I said. I try make out words to say what I meant, but I am too weak and thirsty to do so. He shows me the paper, which I definitely wouldn't be able to read with my headache if Spark's handwriting wasn't as neat as it is. The paper says Wait Here. I'll Be Right Back With A Drink.. I try nod but I realize that there was no point in doing so and all nodding would do was make my body hurt more. He jogs off. I wish I could thank him. I am too weak to now though. My foot starts hurting a lot. I try to think about something else besides what happened and my pain so I think about how Spark is mute. I wonder if it bugs him, knowing he once had a voice which he still probably remembers, and yet he will never be able to hear it again. Does he ever wonder what his voice would sound like now if he still had a voice. I wonder about it for a minute or so but eventually the pain gets back to me. It's the least I can do to not scream. I am getting much more thirsty. I can barely wait. Don't worry Lisa, Spark will be here soon with water. I try assure myself. What if Spark abandoned you hear just to die? I know these are paranoid thoughts started by my pain, headache, and thirst, but I still feel as if they are true. Actually I have a weird feeling. It is as if I know they are not true but still think they are true. All this thinking is making my head hurt so much! I can tell I am going to faint soon. I almost make a countdown for when I think I will faint. Before I can start, everything becomes black.

OOC- When I wrote everything becomes black I didn't mean Lisa died I meant she fainted.

I wake up feeling water go down my throat. It feels so good. Quickly my thirst goes down. It takes me a few seconds to remember everything that has happened. I try open my eyes but the sun hurts them and I flinch. I saw that Spark was bandaging my wounds that didn't hurt as much as my foot, and I hope me flinching didn't interrupt him. How am I going to be able to thank him? He saved my life, and there isn't much I can do but thank him. I wait a few seconds and then open my eyes again. Slowly, they adjust to the light. I see Spark. I move around a little to show him I am awake. I think I am getting better, as my lesser wounds feel a little better. My foot is still aching, though. I am still very thirsty, and I try make drinking motions. I also make a time motion, as I want to know how long I passed out for. My throat is getting better and I am regaining a little of my strength, so I will probably be able to talk well in a little bit.
OOC: Sorry for the long delay before my reply. Like I said in the games viewing post, I have been very busy.

Spark hands me back the water bottle and I finish most of it quickly. I leave some of it for later just incase I get thirsty later. Spark then shrugs about my time question. He probably thinks I asked what time it is, not how much time has passed. Oh well, it's not worth the effort to explain to him what I mean. I let my back return to the tree and close my eyes for a few minutes. I am not asleep, I am just trying to regain some energy. I open my eyes again and try to bend over to check if my foot is still bleeding, and while banding over my back starts aching and I go back to my position. I look above me and notice the knife. It haunts me. I try to stare away from it but my attention keeps drifting back to it. I can tell it will probably be in my next few nightmares, if I live to have anymore. I know I shouldn't be thinking about death, but who knows how much blood I have lost. I suddenly have the urge to talk. I try intensely to make my throat feel better, and after 5 minutes or so my throat feels a little better. My sentences probably won't be complete, but I am able to talk. I try to think of what to say. I need to thank him. But how? I don't know what to say and when I open my mouth all that comes out of my mouth is "Thanks.." I feel bad. He saved my life and that is all I can say. I am planning on offering him money. Or something else. Whatever he wants. I try to open my mouth to say something else but all I can say is "Thanks..." once again. Probably thinks I am a weirdo, saying the same thing twice. Well, good thing I don't care what other people think of me. While I await his reply, if there is going to be one anyways, I realize what I think of him. I think of him as heroic. Brave. The person who saved me. The one who I will always be owing.

Spark must of noticed how much I despised the knife, as he took it and put it in his pocket. His reply to my awful 'thank you' was a dismissive gesture. He's telling me not to worry about my awful thanks? I mean, I know most people wouldn't require a nice thanks when doing something like this, but I am not used to not giving something in return for something that someone else did. I notice Spark picking up a roll of bandages and leans forward. Is he trying to get to my back? He starts lifting my shirt up, so I realize he is definitely trying to get my back. He is about halfway up before he starts hesitating and lowers my shirt again. He starts blushing. At that point I notice how gentlemanly he has done everything so far, something which I could not notice in my previous condition. It is quite handsome. My back isn't feeling any better, but I leave it alone. "Blood?" I say pointing at my foot, asking whether or not blood is still leaking from my foot. I am still disappointed I can't fully speak, but I wait for his response.

Spark shakes his head in response to my question. Although I am much happier I am no longer losing blood, my foot still hurts just as much. He looks quite exhausted. He lays right down next to me, and lets out a big huff. I smile, knowing that someone saved me. Spark is quite a nice guy. I say, my voice clearly improving although not better, "Tired?"