"Why do you like getting injured all the time?" Neville drawled as he helped Karen sit on the floor.
They were both in a bushy area filled with dirt on the floor, then tiny-stemmed trees and grasses. More like a small forest.
It was night already so the place was dark with sounds of crickets all around.
Karen's breathing was heavy and she yelped as the sting from the fresh cut on her leg moved through her.
The blood from the injured spot was already all over her fingers as she placed her hand beside the bleeding area.
"It hurts so much!" She cried out, leaning up to look at the bleeding spot.
She heard Neville groan as he knelt in front of her beside the injured leg.
"You're always getting injuries all the time!" He said again as he carefully raised the leg to examine it.
"It's not
