Justin urged Zaria, “We need to leave now. It’s not safe here.” His tone was firm, yet laced with urgency. They had to return to the others before nightfall.
But as they walked, Justin noticed Zaria lagging behind. Her steps were slower, her movements deliberate.
“Zaria, what’s wrong?” he asked, turning to her.
“I’m fine,” she replied quickly, avoiding his gaze.
Justin frowned. Something wasn’t right. As his eyes scanned her, he noticed a dark stain spreading across the fabric near her stomach. Blood.
“You’re hurt!” Justin exclaimed, rushing to her side. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Zaria glanced down, finally acknowledging the wound. “I thought it wasn’t a big deal,” she said, her voice soft. “I think I got it when we fell into the ravine. It didn’t seem that bad at first.”
Justi
