ISADORA
As Knox carries me back to the tent, I can't help but think that at least I don't have to go hiking. I had such a bad feeling about the whole thing and now this happened.
I try not to feel too awkward about the fact that he's carrying me because this is a necessity, plain and simple. My knee hurts like hell and maybe putting weight on my right leg would make things worse. He ducks when we get inside the tent and carefully puts me down.
"Try not to walk on that leg," he suggests, holding my left hand as I limp toward the sleeping pad.
Sitting on it while keeping my leg stretched is a hassle, but I manage. Knox crouches in front of me again, reaching for the leg. I shift it away and he fixes me with a look. "I just want to check your knee, Isadora. You've got debris on it. It
