Alexia is Hurt!

I nod. "Not far from the Infirmary, though." I stood up and helped her stand, with her body weight bearing down on mine. "Need me to carry you? or can you walk?"

With me leaning on Seth, I didn't have much control of my legs. I place them on the ground and look in surprise at my perfect Nikes. Seeing the blood-stained mess I was, I was impreesed to see them still almost perfectly white. I get up slowly.

}AHHH! I feel so left behind. Oh well, let's just say Sabrena left.

(it's good! she could only stay for a little while I thought, anyway?)

I hold her up, looking at her. "Where to? and would you like me to just carry you?"

I shake my head quickly at him. "No way, bro. I'm walking myself." My confidence was now up so high that I felt like I could do anything. I whip my right leg over, and it hits the floor gracefully. I'm standing up! I hobble a few steps, feeling like I was on top of Olympus.

"Woah now don't over-exert yourself, you're still weak." I let her go, but stay close in case she stumbles

I begin walking faster. Before I realized it, I was ten feet from the door. "Victory! Sweet victory!" I whisper to myself, completely ignoring my brother's worried comments. I walk to the door and feel the ground shift from hardwood to grass under my shoes. I smile and take in the sweet, fresh air.

"Fresh air must be nice, i'd hate being stuck in there all day, when i have the choice. You ok to try standing on your own?" I watch the smile play across her lips. "You can do it, i believe in you."

My feet shake as I take a short step away from him. "You s-s-sure?" I look back at him, stumbling a little bit over my feet. Still shaking , I try to steady myself. I walk even faster, but my wound stabs me like a thousand needles. I take a deep breath and let it out with a puff of cold air.

I shrug. "as long as you think you can, and you arent hurt, you know, more then you already are. I'l be right here."

I take another step and take another deep breath. I was walking! I smile and grab my brother's hand as I try running once again. Several campers were looking strangely and somewhat scared at my bloodstained clothes, but I really didn't care.

"Woah!"You might wanna try going slower, I dont want you to hurt yourself more" I am pulled behind her.

I ignore him once again. The air whooshing past me felt like I was flying. The pain dulls as I continue speeding through the Camp, I slow down to look at my brother. I was probably pulling him too fast. I let go and laugh, running even faster away from the safe Infirmary.

"Don't go too far! Ill wait for you at the Infirmary!" I call after her

I nod, not even thinking about heeding his advice. The rush of the wind was too refreshing. I had only been one day since my last run. Running made me feel so free and wild- like a horse. We had never had any in Miami, but I had seen pictures of horses before. They looked free and wild. I keep running and running until I realize that the wound had opened up again. Not too serious. I just turned around expecting to see Seth, but I was too far away. I fall to the ground and relax, placing my hand on my left side. Blood gushing. Again. Great. This is just my luck. I get up and stumble closer to Seth, but I had gotten too far away. I couldn't even see him. After about twenty minutes, I limp back to the entrance of the Infirmary and literally pass out on my cot. My wound had reopened, my lungs were on fire, and now I was pretty sure I would need a triple dosage of ambrosia. I didn't even care that it might kill me. I t just hurt too bad...

Hearing my voice far away. I open my eyes and see a boy there. I smile the slightest and try to remember if I'd ever seen him before... Nope. Never. I decide quickly. I lean up, supporting my head by a mountain of pillows. "Yes? I answer feebly.

I laugh even though it hurts, and I cover up my wounds as much as I can, which isn't much. "Yeah," I lie. "I'm recovering, I guess. How can I help?" I ask, the pain eating into me like a rabid dog.

I stop thinking after the word "missing." I look up at the kid and can't find any words to speak. Instead, I move over, slowly get up so that I'm sitting, and invite him to sit beside me on the cot. I clear my throat and insist on more, saying "Explain."

Still confused, I try to take it all in. "And how do you know Carson?" I ask, the first time I've said his name since I last saw him months ago.