31 May 2012
I let the wolf take over, her senses would be better to find the source of the scream. The forest zoomed past me as I sped towards the camp. I could smell blood. Running faster, I soon reached the camp. Isadora lay there, fluttering in and out of consciousness, an arrow shaft sticking out of her stomach, Adrenaline pumping, I bent down and spoke to her;
"Iz. Iz. Please. Wake up!" Tears streamed down my cheeks and I screamed for Phillip. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't remember. The wound looked bad. Although it was only an arrow, blood oozed out of it, creating a puddle around Isadora. I frantically ripped strips of material from my shirt, cleaning them in the river, then placing them on the wound. If the arrow had a proper arrow head, it would just make it worse to remove it. Again I screamed for Phillip. Who was shooting at us anyway? I glanced around. Who ever it was, they were long gone now. Isadora groaned. She shifted around on the floor. "Shh... It's okay, Iz. Phillip will be here any minute." I said the last part extra loudly in case he was within earshot. Blood continued to flow from the cut, so I pressed on some more of my shirt. I looked ridiculous. Half my shirt was on Isadora, leaving me with a sort of crop top, and I was bright red with the pressure of having my friend's life in my hands. "PHILLIP!" I shouted into the woods, panicking. He could be dead lying on the floor, an arrow through his perfect heart. I sobbed, then mentally corrected myself. Your friend is dying, for god's sake! You should be worrying about her, not boys!
I was running out of shirt, and I didn't particularly like the idea of running round the woods topless. Isadora was really warm and her eyes were turning glassy. Making a quick decision, I took my sash, wrapped it round my chest and shoulders, then used my shirt as a bandage. I examined the arrow. As luck would have it, there was no real arrow head, it was just a sharpened stick. Breathing deeply, I tugged at the arrow, removing it from the wound. A shout came from near the clearing. Thank god. It was Phillip. I pressed my shirt down harder in an attempt to staunch the blood flow. Phillip ran beside Isadora, literally pushed me out of the way and began working. I stood back in silence, scared but relieved.
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