"Here, lets take off your shirt and take a peek at-"
"No way!" Clarice said, turning back so swiftly that the raft nearly capsized.
"No, I can check it on my own.” she stated emphatically.
“I just ripped up my back on the rocks on the way to Allixon, but it's no big issue. Besides, I'm not going to be silent if I ever feel pain.”
“Do you have a first aid kit on this boat?"
"No, but if you'll just let me."
"The salt water is the best thing for it, then. So leave it. Okay?"
Travis stared at her for a moment, then nodded.
“Okay."
Allixon finally felt the wave of nausea subside, and turned around and gasped. The back of Clarice's shirt was indeed soaked with blood. Her shirt was ripped in several places, and part of an angry gash was visible between her shoulder blades.
"Oh Claric
