By leaning heavily on Ronnie, Court managed to make it back to the spot where they’d entered the road earlier in the day. His calf no longer burned, but a dull ache bloomed throughout his entire leg, and steadily crept up his side. He felt nauseous, his head and shoulders were beginning to hurt, and whenever he looked up from the road, his vision swam sickeningly. At one point Adam, who’d been walking behind them, came up beside Court and gave him a grim smile. “You’re losing a lot of blood.”
Court rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth against the pain. “I thought you said you weren’t a doctor.”
“I’m not,” Adam started.
Ronnie replied, “Then shut up.”
They stepped off the road onto the shoulder, then made their way down the slope toward their camp. For Court, each step was excruciating
