Chapter 9Troy’s story
I heard you shout and looked up sharply but, as you know, not in time. The javelin punched through my chest, knocking me to the ground and pinning me there. The pain was intense, and I felt myself blacking out away from it. I don’t know how much time went by, but I began to hear a confusion of voices as a pang of agony worse than the original wound brought me back to consciousness. Gen was there, kneeling beside me.
“Tribley, grab the javelin and pull it out very slowly.”
“Gen, no, that’ll kill him!” That was Sleer.
“Shut up, Sleer,” said Tribley. “Gen knows what he’s doing.”
“I’ve got bandages, I’ll start with the exit wound underneath him. Go ahead Trib.”
I tried to brace myself for pain, but the sensation of the javelin being pulled from my chest was less ago
