Escaping. (Open)

"I... can't..." I say weakly, clutching at my arm. I try to stand up and walk back, only collapsing again.
The blood is pouring down my arm now, I can feel it.
I quickly grab some grass and wipe it off my arm. The small motion makes me dizzy.
I look at the guy, who's not to far away. I lock eyes with him for a moment, and then crawl back through the hole.
"I'm sorry," my voice is so quiet, I know I'm weak. "But... I just can't come with you. Please..."
I'm down to a whisper.
"Just leave me... I''ll be fine."
I give her a weak smile just before my world goes black and I slip into unconsciousness.

I am relieved when I see the boy carrying Destiny. She is the closest thing I have to a friend. I know it's stupid to form ties now, when she's about to die, but I can't help it. I lead them into the woods, hoping, praying that she won't die before I can find a safe place to treat her.
I find a place and gesture for the boy to set her down. She's so pale, and I can't help but think, She's going to die. But I shake this off, and rip the bandage out of it's package, hastily applying it. I'm no real doctor, but I've learned enough to give this girl a good chance at surviving.
I make eye contact with the boy, "Thank you." I whisper. Maybe he does care after all, maybe, he's just afraid to show care, afraid he will form ties, not easily broken,
like me.

In a flash the merchant is up the tree faster than I've seen a merchant climb ever. His sudden disappearance makes me feel uneasy, but I push it to the back of my mind and turn to Destiny. "My name is Zenith. I'm going to do my best to take care of you." I look her in the eyes and she nods briefly. "Is there anyone you think might have known you were out there and your enemy?" I ask. Eager to know more about the person who'd shot her. that way I could maybe keep an eye out for anyone that could be dangerous.

A slight movement wakes me up.
I was only asleep for about thirty seconds, when someone or something woke me up. And that's when I see her.
Standing above her brother, rock in hand, is Zenith. She is facing the trees, where her eyes desperately search for something.
And I know. I know we're in danger. I know someone has found us. And I know it is not a Peacekeeper, or a wild animal.
I sharp wizzing sound confirms my fears.
The person with the bow and arrow has returned.
It's towards us, but not straight. On a diagnal. Up high...
It's target is not me or Zenith.
It's target is aimed from something in the tree. And that something in the tree is the guy who saved my life.
"No," I whisper under my breath.
My uninjured arm reaches for the knife I hide whenever I have to walk somewhere- even just to the market.
I admit, I'm pretty good with knives, but this has to be just right.
The moment the arrow appears, I throw the knife in it's path.
Only one shot...
The arrow hits the knife, falling uselessly to the ground.
But my knife does, too. And I am now left with only a slingshot that wouldn't do anything to an arrow to defend myself.